Forbidden Flowers (36 page)

I don't know what you can make of this, but I do hope it is useful to you.

Many of the women in this book have talked about fantasy during oral sex. Monica writes that she and her fiancé have sex “quite often seven or eight times a night.” But while she describes him as sexually large and powerful, the way he

“always brings me to a glorious climax,” she writes, is “usually through cunnilingus.”

I think this is one of the more obvious times for fantasy to fill the minds of women like Monica, because in a sense you are passive, the recipient, being done to. Your body is not being covered by and entwined with another body … your eyes are not looking into a beloved face but into space. For many women, fantasy fills in what might otherwise be a kind of loneliness during oral sex.

This kind of lovemaking often comes as a later, liberated step for many women. They have resisted oral sex earlier in their sexual lives, before they grew confident enough to become experimental. Perhaps they felt that it was “wrong,” or that there is something malodorous or unattractive about them-247

selves “down there.” What a sexual fantasy can do for women with these negative ideas is
drive them out,
replacing them with erotic emotions that enable women to enjoy themselves to the full.

Other women have come to oral sex from the opposite extreme – they enjoy it so much that they never want it to end, and through certain sexual fantasies, they have found they can prolong their period of foreplay excitement before reaching climax. This
enhancement
role of fantasy, either during oral sex or intercourse itself, is a valuable idea for those women who experience no trouble in reaching or enjoying their orgasm; knowing they will arrive in due time, they like to imagine a mental scenario that helps them enjoy the trip even more.

They pace their excitement in their minds, letting their motor slowly build up speed until it gloriously runs away with them toward an ever more heightened orgasm. Needless to say, these are the women who have long got past the idea that thinking of a man different from the one in their arms smacks of mental adultery or betrayal; they have recognized that their own excitement, no matter how it is achieved, is one of the greatest sexual gifts they can bring a man.

I have always maintained that women are experts at fantasy.

It is a natural gift that most of us have denied ourselves simply because, in a man's world, it was “known” that men … and therefore
everybody …
did not fantasize during sex. Today, we hear more and more reports of the growing rate of impotency among men. If women can in time learn to accept their gift for fantasy, can we not also teach this form of erotic excitement to our men – probably now at the very time when they need it most? If it works for us, why shouldn't it work for them?

Sexual fantasy during sex is not merely a matter of need. It is a matter of more complete sex. Would you consider a part of your body untouchable during sex? Why then rule out your mind – which is what got you into bed with that specific other person in the first place? A man will not propose sex to a woman unless he is already aroused; it is his fantasy of being in bed with her that has brought him to the point of beginning 248

the seduction. Having been brought to sex by his fantasy, why leave out your own?

Monica

I've just finished
My
Secret Garden,
and all I can say is

“what a trip.” I just couldn't put it down; it had me creaming from cover to cover.

I don't think I ever realized just how big a part of my sex life fantasy actually was. I have had a fairly active sex life since the time I was sixteen. I am twenty now and about to be married.

My first sexual experience was with my future husband in the back seat of a '62 Chevy. Needless to say, it wasn't the fireworks I expected. But it has been getting better all the time.

My fiancé is hung quite well, as his full erection measures a good – and I mean good – eight inches. We have sex quite often when we are together very often seven or eight times a night. His imagination is limitless, and he always brings me to a glorious climax, usually through cunnilingus. Although I have been dating him for five years, my sex life has been punc-tuated with a few, very interesting affairs. It is these affairs that I find myself fantasizing about most – and always during intercourse with my fiancé.

The most remarkable lover in my life came along when I was seventeen years old. He was a phys. ed. teacher, and we worked together during the summer. I just came every time I thought of his godlike black body. Just looking at him made me wet and achy for his cock. I had never experienced such a feeling before, and I was completely overwhelmed. When the occasion finally came when we could be alone, I was so shaky my knees gave out. He was so gentle and satisfying with his foreplay, I reached several climaxes while he manipulated my clitoris. And when he entered me from the rear – I just saw stars. He filled me up so much I thought I would burst from sheer ecstasy. As we weren't using any birth-control, he with-drew, and I sucked him off. When we reached our final climax, he came with such a groan, heightened my pleasure immensely. I got such a mouthful of his wonderful come that I 249

felt it was Christmas. This was the only time we ever fucked, and I feel it's better that way.

I think of this glorious black man often when I am going down on my fiancé’s beautiful rod, as it heightens the pleasure I am able to give him. I merely think of that black cock filling my mouth, and we come off in great fervor.

Please excuse the sloppiness of this letter, as I am masturbating and cannot take the time to recopy it as I fear exposure.

Thanks for the wonderful book.

Delia

I would like to compliment you on your book entitled
My
Secret Garden.
It is about time that men are no longer protected! Women think about sex also!

I was pleased to realize that women had fantasies such as mine. I never thought myself to be strange, but I wondered what other women thought about. I found it very interesting and sometimes exciting. I have two fantasies that I would like to share with you. I hope that after reading them you will enjoy them as much as I do.

I imagine that I am in jail, and I am put in a cell of lesbians.

The “queen” lesbian decides I need training in female love, so she takes me on as her private student. This all takes place in her cell, with the other women watching. She tells me to undress, and she admires my body. She tells me how beautiful it is, and what she is going to do to me. She then undresses herself and tells me to suck her tits. I am apprehensive at first, but I catch on quickly. After I suck her tits, I work my way down to her cunt. The fantasy is so strong, that I can even smell her odor. I suck her clit and finger her ass, and she explodes in my mouth. Then it is my turn. She works on my clit, and as I am about to come, I beg to get fucked. At the right moment, she shoves this dildo in my cunt, at which point I actually do come.

I change the fantasy around, but this is the basic plot.

I have had quite a few lovers in my life, but two stand out.

Robert and Henry. They were built like brick shit houses, and they play a large part in my fantasies. My current lover is a 250

novice, so he has a long way to come. (No pun intended.) I can't wait for the day when I tell him about my fantasies. I'm dying to tell him now, but he couldn't accept it. While I am making love to him, if I am on top, I have the following fantasy.

I imagine that I am impaled on Henry's cock, and Robert is easing his cock in my asshole. When I am completely filled in and starting to move, a faceless woman walks in. She fondles my tits and rubs my clitty. At this point, I am jumping around, almost going out of my head. I just concentrate on what they are doing to me, and I have one of my strongest orgasms. Then, of course, I come back into reality, and it's funny. My real lover thinks that he sent me into outer space, while I know for fact, it was my imaginary three. Oh, well.

Thank you for letting me express myself.

Daisy

I'm sending you two of my many sexual fantasies. I am twenty-one and am black. I went to various religious schools and am a college graduate. I moved to California in 1972, and now live there with my fiancé, a gorgeous blond with green eyes and a fantastic body. I was prompted to send you my fantasies after reading your book. Here goes.

Fantasy 1:
I
fantasize that this really great-looking guy (he's white) kidnaps two high school girls. One is black, and one is white. The black girl is very pretty. She has small breasts and a neat slim figure. She's rather innocent and a virgin. The white girl is a pretty blonde with big breasts and an overall voluptu-ous figure. The man tells them that he wants to make love to the pretty black girl and that if she doesn't consent he'll have her friend subjected to a very brutal sexual routine. The girl refuses. He calls in five men and have them strip the white girl.

He turns to the black girl and tells her that he's going to let the men have her to do with as they please if she doesn't consent.

The white girl tells her friend never to consent. The man nods his head and the men begin. They put her on the floor and spread her legs wide, and a man holds each leg apart. Her 251

hands are tied to posts in the floor. A man touches her cunt and starts to play with it. Another sucks her nipples. They start to finger her then one after the other, they fuck her. After the last one gets off her, the man who had kidnapped her snaps his fingers and in comes a huge black man. He comes to her and puts a pillow under her ass and looks at her, laughing. His cock is huge – at least nine inches, and he tells her he's going to fuck her until she sees stars. She starts to breathe heavy, and he kisses her mouth and then her breasts. He sucks her nipples and rubs them with his fingers. He pinches them until she starts to moan. He puts two fingers in her cunt, and the girl starts trying to fuck his fingers. He puts his mouth to her open pussy lips and kisses the lips. He sucks them and her clit. Then he thrusts his tongue in her wet pussy. She's wild with passion.

Then he moves between her legs and guides his erect and throbbing cock into her hot and wet cunt. She's so wet, he almost slips out. He thrusts a couple of times, and she comes one, two, three times. He hasn't come, but he takes his wet penis out of her hungry pussy, and she starts crying for him to fuck her more. He laughs, and the men move to her and wash her out and give her a douche. The black man tells them to untie her. They comply, and she rises to embrace him, but the men put her on her stomach and spread her legs wide apart.

The black man starts to finger her pussy, and she starts moaning and getting wet. The black man fucks her pussy, and she cries out. He spanks her ass and spreads her ass and starts fingering her asshole. She begs him to fuck her in the ass, and he laughs. He moves down and starts licking and sucking her wet snatch. She has another big orgasm. The man who kidnapped the two girls now tells the blonde she belongs to the black man. She kisses his feet in gratitude. The kidnapper now looks at the pretty black girl and asks her if she will forgive him, that he loves her and would be forever grateful if she would stay with him. She agrees. The End.

The next fantasy I was too embarrassed to tell my fiancé. He knows I like gay guys, but he doesn't know that they are to me the focal point of the majority of my sexual fantasies. Sometimes when we're making love, I think it would be great if he 252

would have a scene with another great-looking guy, and I could watch and touch them.

Fantasy 2:
This fantastic-looking kid, about seventeen, is walking on the beach looking for a spot to sunbathe in the nude. He's wearing a short kimono and comes to a stretch of beach where he spreads his towel down and removes his kimono and, lying down, falls off in a light sleep. Two guys are coming down the beach and spot him. The kid doesn't hear them coming, but feeling their presence, he opens his eyes, and they're standing over him running their eyes up and down his body. He's quite embarrassed, but the guys put him at ease and introduce themselves. They ask him if he'd like them to put suntan oil on his body. He says okay. They take some oil and, rubbing it into their hands, tell him he's got a great body. They start, slowly and sensually, and when they reach his stomach, he becomes erect. They very gently move him on his side. One of the guys moves to his erect cock and takes it in his mouth.

The other first puts his finger in his ass, and the boy starts to writhe. He puts oil on his cock and enters him. The boy starts to protest that he's hurting him, but the man enters him slowly and starts to fuck him, pumping hard and fast. The boy meets his thrusts and comes in the other guy's mouth as the guy in back shoots his hot juice in his tight asshole.

Vi

My most delicious fantasy is centered around a motorcycle ride. I have come to an old boyfriend's house for a rare long weekend together – since we now live so far apart. Although he doesn't own his own motorcycle, he has borrowed one from a friend for us to take on a romantic cheese-and-wine picnic.

We rise early Sunday morning to avoid any traffic, and the fall air is crisp and clear as we roar away, the wind blowing my hair onto my neck. I have driven the bike briefly the day before, and when we reach the lush countryside, I yell over the roar that I want to take the controls. Because the cycle is not his and is such a powerful machine, I really have to coax him (as only I know how!) until he finally relents.

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When we switch positions, we both decide to remove our denim jackets. I feel the smooth rush of power available to me whenever I ask for it, and as we reach the crest of a short hill, I accelerate just enough to raise both of us slightly from the seat.

As my tight pants stretch across my crotch, I become aware of the engine's throbbing heat against it, as if I were riding a huge flying cock.

Quickly, my neck flushes, and I realize how my nipples are erect and aching. The pulsating warmth has crept over me until it is released in a sweltering burst.