My friend Gina and I have been really close for many years. We’ve shared lots of good times, and we still share stories about even our most intimate moments. After we met for lunch last week, I had a good story to tell her. “You’ll never guess what Troy and I did last weekend,” I teased her. “I don’t want to guess,” Gina said, “just tell me, Christina.” She was all ears and
I was dying to tell her about my latest sexual adventure.
She got comfortable with her cup of coffee and wanted all the details. “Well,” I started, “Troy’s sister offered us her cabin up at Big Bear for the weekend. So we made plans to drive up Friday night and come back Sunday evening. We’ve both been really busy with work, and were looking forward to a few days away from the usual routine.”
I spun the entire tale out for her. On the way up, Troy and I got into a conversation about sexual fantasies. That’s one area we haven’t explored very much, and he was curious about what goes on inside my head. He asked if I had any sexual fantasies I wanted to share. I was hesitant, wondering why he asked… what made him curious now? He said he wanted to know what turned me on because he’d read it would add a little spice to our lovemaking.
I was intrigued, but I told him nothing specific came into my mind. He said he didn’t want me to shut him out, so I promised I would think about it and we could talk more when we got to the cabin. I wasn’t telling him the complete truth, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about revealing the fact that I was fantasizing about other men!
When we arrived at Big Bear, we unpacked and decided to have a drink and chill out in the Jacuzzi. It’s a beautiful place. The cabin sits on a ridge overlooking the valley and the view in the backyard makes you feel like you’re on your own private island. It was a warm summer day, the perfect opportunity to go topless, so I went for it. I eased into the bubbling water and Troy brought the drinks to the edge of the Jacuzzi and got in with me.
We sat for a moment with our eyes closed, relaxing and enjoying the quiet. The bubbles rippling across my nipples made them erect and they looked enormous in the water. It made me think about making love. I had forgotten that Troy was sitting across from me, and he was watching me with a smile on his face. I think he read my thoughts! He urged me to come out with it and tell him what I fantasized about. I smiled and asked him if he was sure he wanted to know. He assured me he did, moving over to sit next to me. He kissed me softly on the lips and began to caress my breasts.
Slowly and hesitantly, I opened up to him. I told him that lately I had been fantasizing about “juicy sex”... you know, the kind that has you dripping before a man even gets inside you... the kind of sex you read about in a good trashy romance novel. I said that when I visualize one of those scenes, the guys are always muscular and thick and we’re doing forbidden things. He listened intently and wanted to hear more. He wanted to know just what I saw myself doing with those muscular guys… what kind of forbidden things?
That threw me off balance. It was hard enough to give him my intimate thoughts in broad strokes, and I was uneasy talking to him in detail. I tried to change the subject. Mostly, I didn’t want to talk about other men and risk it sounding like I was searching for a new partner. But Troy was intent on getting an answer. He wanted me to describe what I would do with my dream lover. It was hard getting the words out, but I tried. “Maybe he would rub my back for a while,” I told Troy. “And massage me. I don’t know. And you’d be there too, of course, kissing me while he was rubbing my back. “
As if he wanted to play out the fantasy, Troy started kissing me. He told me to picture exactly what I had just told him… my “dream lover” was rubbing my back, and he was here too, kissing me. I was getting aroused, and started to think I could actually feel another man’s hands on my while Troy and I kissed.
He took my drink from me and sat it on the deck. Then he pulled me close and hugged me. Holding me tightly, he asked what else I would be doing in my fantasy. I still didn’t feel safe opening up completely. I was a little embarrassed. But he prodded, asking if the next thing I pictured in my fantasy was going down on the guy.
I didn’t have a clear answer. I was treading lightly because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by admitting I did sometimes picture another man joining us. Troy was caressing my breasts as we talked and I was flashing in and out of my fantasy. I came back to reality and told him that he was the most important thing to me, more important than any kind of fantasy. I told him I had to know he was really comfortable with me talking about this before I could go any further.
Troy leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue and the sucking action was intoxicating. He slid his hand down my abdomen and rubbed me gently. His fingers slipped under my bikini bottom and down between my legs. I licked my lips, closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Troy continued stroking me and my mind drifted off into a sensuous haze of temptations. He told me to go with it… let myself slip away into my favorite fantasy.
The water in the Jacuzzi was bubbling and the steam created a misty fog. Troy kissed me and caressed my breasts. Then he moved around to my back, and my breasts bounced softly on top of the water. Every time he nibbled on my earlobe or licked the top of my ear, my body shuddered.
My mind floated to images of our friend Dexter. Dexter is a beautiful black man. He stands 6’6” and has a gorgeous physique. He isn’t a body builder but he’s cut like one… his broad chest balanced on top of his chiseled waist. His pecs are prominent and are perfectly proportional to his buff biceps. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him.
Dexter worked with Troy and we had invited him to dinner with us on several occasions. I was always intrigued by him and wanted to get to know him better. There’s a mystique about him. He carries himself like a god. I had often imagined what it would be like to have him make love to me. I became obsessed with the idea of feeling his ebony body entwined with mine. I don’t know what got into me, sitting in the hot tub with Troy up at the cabin, but suddenly all I could think about was having sex with Dexter.
I didn’t have the nerve to ask about having Dexter actually join us - and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to actually join us - but here he was now, in my fantasy. I pictured myself sitting between Troy, my love, and Dexter, my new infatuation. The thought of having two men focus all their attention on wanting to please me was a mind-blowing experience.
For just a moment, my mind stopped and I opened my eyes. Troy was getting on his knees in front of me. I laid my head back on the edge of the deck. My imagination took off again: Dexter lifted my butt and sat me on his lap. He whispered that he’d always had a crush on me. Troy moved closer and kissed my belly button under water, slowly working his way up to my breasts. He licked each one softly and sucked firmly on my nipples.
The sensation caused my pussy to throb. I felt Dexter’s breath on my shoulder. He slid his hands around my waist. His cheek touched mine and I turned my head toward him. His thick, tender lips enveloped my mouth and his probing tongue played with mine, circling and probing. He sucked the edge of my lips and then plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I caught his tongue between my teeth and gently pulled. I could tell Dexter wanted me; his dick was hard and it kept rising up and hitting my pussy as we kissed.
I raised my leg to get into a better position. As I opened my eyes in the real world, Troy lifted me out of the water and laid me on the deck. Kneeling on the Jacuzzi bench, he spread my legs open, pulled my bikini bottom aside and plunged his tongue into me. He began to lick and suck my pussy like it was the first time he’d ever tasted me. The more he stroked and sucked, the wetter I got. I told him that I really really liked what he was doing to me.
I closed my eyes and went back to Dexter. He and Troy were taking turns going down on me. Dexter lifted his head to tell me he loved tasting me. It was a mind-blowing experience and I let myself sink into it. The licking and sucking came to a gradual halt, and Dexter and Troy were now standing in the Jacuzzi. They were both naked and their dicks were rock hard at full mast. They each held out a hand to lead me back into the water. I stepped in, turned around, and pushed Troy back onto the bench. I bent over in front of him and put my mouth on his big hard dick. He tilted his head back onto the deck, his expression ecstatic.
Dexter knelt behind me. He was rubbing my butt, kissing my cheeks and savoring my pussy. He caressed my breast with one hand and slid the fingers of his other hand onto my clit, massaging it gently. It made me suck Troy’s dick even faster, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I was very excited and my pussy was throbbing. Dexter was leaning against me in a doggy-style position; I could feel his dick resting at the edge of my opening. He gently pushed into me, and I knew I had never had anything that big inside of me before. He pressed in a little more, and then slowly pulled out. Then he plunged in further still, and slid out again. I was speechless, he felt so good.
I gripped Troy’s dick in my mouth while I thrust my butt up to connect with Dexter’s big cock. My body quivered as he thrust all the way into me. I was seeing stars, but I wanted more as he pounded deeper and deeper into me. My entire body shivered.
Trembling, I opened my eyes, back to reality. Troy was sucking my pussy. I grabbed his hair and pressed him into me, hard. I moaned, as the sensation shot through my body. I closed my eyes and sank back into my fantasy.
Now each man had a breast in their mouth. Troy was stroking my clit as Dexter plunged his fingers in and out of my pussy. I was tingling from head to toe with the pleasure of having two men savor my body. Their hands were soft and gentle and every nerve in my body was reacting. It was Troy’s turn, so he picked me up and slid me down onto his dick. Dexter was behind me again; I felt his dick between my legs. He eased his hand between us and found my clit. The moment he touched it, I screamed with ecstasy. He massaged it as Troy thrust into my pussy. My entire body was on fire. I felt like I was going to explode. This was the best sex I’d ever had… real or not. I could barely catch my breath.
I opened my eyes, and Troy asked if I was having fun. I sure was, and closed my eyes to finish my fantasy threesome session.
In my mind, Dexter had moved to the edge of the Jacuzzi, where he sat stroking himself. He asked if I wanted a lick. I grinned and stepped closer, bending over and licking it like a lollipop. I was tempted to see if I could get the whole thing in my mouth. As I slid my lips up and down on Dexter’s cock, I felt Troy’s dick slide deep into my fevered body. An involuntary spasm shook me. Dexter got even more excited by my reaction, and I could tell that he was close to coming.
Troy slapped my butt and the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain. My nipples stood at attention and my pussy started to contract. Troy grew bigger and harder than ever, and he climaxed with a loud groan. He pulled out of me and Dexter stepped in, picking me up and sliding into my dripping pussy. The size of his dick and the beauty of his black skin drove me crazy. We moved in perfect rhythm as he thrust harder and deeper. I screamed with joy as Dexter’s body stiffened. He exploded inside me and my orgasm rolled through my entire body. We fell limp into each other’s arms.
One last tremor and I awoke from my beautiful haze. Troy’s limp body was on top of mine. He rolled over onto the deck. I reached for him, and he gently stroked my arm. He said he felt incredible. I smiled and said I was glad he asked me about my fantasies. He said if it was always gonna be that good, he planned on asking me about them more often.
When I finished my story, my friend Gina wanted to know if I was making the whole thing up. True story, I told her. Every last word. And it was some of the best sex Troy and I ever had. Gina didn’t have much to say. She just smiled and said she intended to explore her own fantasies a bit more, and that the next we saw each other she would have her own great story to tell me!
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These stories from the minds of women affirm that there are many elements to good sex. Passion, affection, spontaneity, a sense of adventure and a sense of humor are all essential. You’ve heard a lot of different women express the things they really want from a man. But the key thing to remember is that every woman is different. Every woman has her own needs and desires… her own sexual secrets.
Every woman wants you to listen to her. Communication in both words and actions is vital. Pay attention to what she tells you and what her body tells you. Be tuned in to her movements and her sounds when you make love. Is she pulling away or pulling you closer? Is she moaning with pleasure or sighing with resignation? The next time you make love, listen closely and you’ll be surprised how much your lover is telling you without saying a word.
Don’t be afraid to come right out and ask your partner what they like. Pick a neutral place if you want… not every sexual conversation has to take place in the bedroom. It may take a while for the two of you to be completely comfortable voicing your sexual needs, but take the first step. Start the conversation, and you’ll be surprised where it might go.
Also, remember that good sex isn’t just physical. Being a good lover is as much about attitude as it is about technique. And don’t forget to have fun with your partner… not everything has to be serious! Be brave… be adventurous… talk about sexual pleasure and try new things.
“I really like it when my husband pays attention to me. I like an equal amount of attention to be on what he wants, and on what I want.”
“I need a man who knows how to use his body efficiently to make his partner happy.”
“I like it when Ted shampoos my hair.”
“There's nothing sexier than getting physical in a shower or bathtub.”
“When Shawn and I bathe together, it's very romantic for me. We always light candles and it's so relaxing; we sit in the hot bath and add some oils and let ourselves have that time together.”
“I can usually tell a good lover by the way he dances.”
“I know that supposedly everyone has a G-spot. Some of us just don't know where the heck it is.”
“A guy better know how to do my G-spot.”
“We’re all different, and for me, the G-spot doesn't do too much. My boyfriend knows where it is and he stimulates it every once in a while but for me, I'm very clitoral oriented.”
“Two men at one time? I don't know, maybe.”
“Yeah, I've thought about a three-way. I think everybody has.”
“I'm married. He probably wouldn't go for it. Actually, he definitely wouldn't go for it.”
“Yes, I've experienced a three-way. And I felt really crowded. I felt like all the attention was on me and it was too goddess-like for me to handle. I'd rather have a one-on-one where you can experience the give and the take without everyone trying to give to you and you feeling crowded.”
“A three-way? Well, not with another woman. Maybe with another man if my husband was okay about it. It would depend on the situation and how comfortable everybody was with one another. And definitely on how comfortable my husband would be with it, you know, since that would definitely affect our relationship.”
“I love the attention that my man gives me and the desire that you can see in his eyes. Him really wanting to be there with me is the biggest turn-on of all.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed these stories from the minds of women. Remember, every woman is different. Take the time to find out your woman’s sexual secrets.