The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies by Mitzi Szereto Page A

my clothes, and makes love to me right
there in the hall, then the living room, the kitchen, the dining
room, and finally the bedroom.
    Natalie, age 40
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Post-graduate coursework
Self-employed retail business/Property management
Arizona, USA
    I fantasise about Tim McGraw (the country and western
singer), having sex in public, sex with strangers, and sex with
a younger man in his prime (since I'm in my prime right now).
While I think about Tim McGraw often (and can direct my
dreams in that way by listening to him before I go to sleep),
lately I've been fantasising about my husband and trying new
things with him. While we have amazing sex when we do, the
frequency has lessened. He'd never had oral sex performed on
him or anal sex until we got together. I try to think of new
ways to please him in our real life, but my imagination and
fantasies are a bit beyond him. I do enjoy minor bondage play,
and he does get into that well. I feel that I'm a control freak
in real life, and to be dominated is very exciting to me.
    Here is my fantasy. I love Tim McGraw. He's such a sexy man
with that black cowboy hat, perfectly coi-ed facial hair, sultry
come-and-get-me eyes and painted-on jeans. And, like a fine
wine, he simply gets better with age – both physically and
musically.
    I listen to my Tim CDs all the time. 'Back When', while
driving – his smooth voice calming potential road rage. 'Do
You Want Fries With That', driving through McDonald's,
absurdly praying he'll be the cashier. 'She's My Kind Of Rain',
while masturbating in the bathtub – his manly, throaty
purring mingling with vanilla bubbles, creating an irresistible
sensory-stimulation spa.
    I could listen to him all the time. 'Honey, could ya wash my
shorts?' in that Louisiana-cum-Nashville accent. 'Sugar, we're
out of toilet paper.' Glorious goose bumps.
    Time for bed, radio on. Hubby is working late tonight. My
CDs are parked in the car and I'm too lazy at the moment to
get them. Ooooh! He's on the radio. I crawl beneath the sheets
in my Tim nightshirt and lay my head upon my 250 threadcount
Tim pillowcase, both recently acquired on eBay. The
steady, repetitive chorus of 'Ticking Away' lulls me, comforts
me and soothes me. I smell rain mingled with the night air
while the mini-blinds bang against the window sill, keeping
time with Tim's soulful crooning.
    My fingertips feel my hardened nipples through Tim's
glorious ironed-on portrait. A percussion of hair brushing the
pillowcase's crinkly decal contributes lamely to the languor of
the song. I feel for Tim, sitting in that bar, waiting for someone
to enter and alleviate his loneliness. My eyelids are heavy. My
pulse beats a rhythmic adagio as I drift off, my hand between
my bare thighs.
    A tickle upon my left shoulder stirs me. Did the dogs get in
the house? I turn my head slowly, sighing. Tim's rigid image
is slick beneath my sleep-sweaty hair. I hope I don't wrinkle
him. I contemplate turning the pillowcase over. But then he'd
su-ocate. Another sigh. A noisy yawn. I blink my eyes. I blink
them again. A black cowboy hat materialises on the pillow
next to me, attached to Tim's head.
    I lift the covers, praying for a body. There it is. Wow. Naked
too. Hairy chest and all.
    'How's it goin'?' That accent. I'm gonna have a coronary.
    'Um, what are you doing here?' A falsetto voice, not mine.
    'I got tired of sitting in the bar alone, so I grabbed a six-pack.
It's in your fridge. Want one?' What? I'm having a multi-sensory
delusion.
    'No thanks. About the beer, I mean.'
    'I'm gonna go snag me one then,' he drawls, rising from my
bed. Hmmm. I guess his jeans aren't permanently attached. I
wonder if baby oil would allow my 30-something-year-old ass
to slide into my 20-something-year-old jeans.
    'OK. Hurry back.' How lame. Tell him you're gonna miss him
too.
    With the full force of a hurricane I realise I am wearing his
sexy persona on my boobs and crinkling his handsome