“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” – Edgar Allan Poe
Sexual fantasies can be as simple as a snippet daydream triggered by an enticing sight or as in-depth as lengthy musings during which our sense of reality dissipates, along with particular sounds of our own… Whether or not Poe meant to include sexual dreams in his famous quote, I feel the message applies. Hectic schedules and endless to-do lists can come between us and our sexual thoughts, or prevent them from flourishing—not ideal, considering the benefits of fantasies we discussed last week. I was thrilled to learn that some of you not only embrace your fantasies, but were willing to share them. (HooRAY!)
Thanks to these fantasy-forward ladies, I can welcome you all to Girl Boner’s premiere installment of Sexy Snippets and Stories. Most of the contributors’ names have been changed, upon request. Our first featured story comes to us from contemporary romance and middle grade fantasy writer, Gloria Richard—no pen-name required. I have a feeling that you and your Girl Boner will enjoy them.
Sexy Snippets and Stories
“I dreamed I was at this swanky, crowded restaurant—dressed to the nines, salon-perfect hair and makeup… I sat at the bar, sipping wine, and men kept walking over and flirting with me. They were all ages and walks of life, but mostly hot. Then my husband arrived, also looking spiffy. We stared at each other as he walked toward me. He pushed through the guys around me, grabbed me and started kissing me. I reciprocated of course, and we ended up making out then having sex in the middle of the place, with everyone watching. I keep wishing I’ll dream it again, or better, that it’ll happen.” – J.S.
“Sometimes I fantasize a friend of mine and her husband and joined me and my hubby in a foursome. I’m not sure if I could ever do it for real, or really want to… But I think about during sex. It makes things so much hotter.” – Sally P.
“My husband, Adam Lambert and me, tangled up naked in my bed. Lambie, as I like to call him, puts his tongue in my pussy—oh my god, so hot—while my man kisses me on the mouth and plays with Lambie’s cock, getting it ready for me. I keep hoping he’ll start singing…Lambie, that is. *SIGH* An old lady can dream…” – Hot Hilda
“…I’m in the middle of the dessert, and look like the magazine model version of myself—slightly taller and lankier with perkier breasts, thinner thighs…and way more confidence. There’s a man snapping photos and a fan blowing on me, and blowing my hair all around. Other people, my assistants perhaps (haha!) bustle around working, making sure everything is perfect. I’m usually wearing something revealing, like a low-cut tank and a skirt. Then my husband pulls up in his car, and I pretend I don’t see him. I feel him watching me and start taking off my clothes, bit by bit, until I’m totally naked. The assistants move in and start fondling and kissing me, all over my body. I just stand there, enjoying while my husband watches…whacking off in the car.” – M.K.
“I fantasize about kissing a woman, maybe having sex with her, with my boyfriend watching.” – Anonymous
“My biggest fantasy of late is coming home to a spotless house, a candlelit dinner and my husband, ready to feed me, give me a massage and then sex if I feel like it. Guessing the clean house would be the biggest turn on. Not so saucy, but true!” – Sue
“My husband in front of me, another guy behind me. You can figure out the rest.” – Anonymous
“Hugh Jackman. That is all.” – Reesa
*****
NO BOUNDARIES, by Gloria Richard
Sadie slammed the door to her hotel room, leaned against it, and sank to the floor. What in the hell was wrong with her? Had she become a freaking nymphomaniac? Holy Mother of Wet Crotches, her Kegels were Rocket Woman Orgasmic launch pads.
Okay.
So.
No one noticed. Lesson learned. Do not exercise Kegels in public. Especially while sitting in a contoured bar chair, with a just-right rung for crossing legs.
“Was it hard not to scream, Sadie?” A deep, male timbre, flirting with amusement.
A man in her room?
She didn’t know why she wasn’t shocked. She didn’t know how, but she knew who sat in the corner armchair, where moonlight drifting through filmy white curtains left him in shadow.
“Stand up.” A command, not a request.
“What are you doing here?”
“Answering your fuck me request.”
“Fuck you!”
“There is that, too. Get up.”
“It’s impossible for you to be here.”
“And, yet, I am.”
Confident ass.
“I’m fine.”
The shadowed head tilted. “Yes, you are. You ditched your panties. Did you touch yourself in the elevator, Sadie?”
“No!”
Oh, yeah.
The memory incited a clench. Familiar heat, tingle, desire, need, tease and promise zinged up her vaginal walls. She didn’t, couldn’t stop herself from straightening to press taut nipples against black lace.
“I could watch you do that all night. Stay there.”
Fuck him. If only…
Easier down than up, with three inch stilettos, and a body-hugging dress determined to pop over her ass. Almost upright, she grabbed the door handle. “I did not ask you to fuck me.”
“No? Eye contact, head tilt, slight smile, look away, bite then lick your lower lip. Sound familiar?”
“You are no gentleman.”
“Oh. I can be gentle. Lose the dress.”
How did he stretch those words into a soft caress, yet deliver them without punctuation? Sadie felt a hitch in more than her giddy-up.
“I do not take orders from men.”
There! HA!
“You will tonight. The dress?”
It must have been the memory of his hooded eyes—the memory of those dark, knowing eyes, or the lopsided lift in his lips in response to her innocent flirt.
Your fuck me flirt.
He was the one who’d launched her orgasm. The deep belly throb returned. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress. Like taking a one…two…three…triple-dog-dare plunge into icy water, she stripped it over her head, and dropped it on the floor.
“Good girl. Step into the moonlight.”
She complied. Why? This was so…so…
“It’s anything but, debasing. Nice abs. Can you touch your toes?”
“Of course,” She almost—one-brain-cell-shy-of-insanity-almost—proved it to him.
“Good. You’re flexible. Turn around.”
She wore nothing but black thigh-highs, a black lace bra, and stilettos. Front view ranked seven on a good day. Rear view? She no longer looked. “No.”
“No?”
“I’m getting dimples.”
“Turn. Around.”
Sadie balanced on one heel and did a 360, annoyed when she wobbled on landing.
“Nice. Cute dimples. They’ll disappear.”
“There are women who pay for that teaser. I’m not one of them.”
“Deep muscle massage, you on your knees and bent forward, firm white globes spread so I can slide my…”
“Stop it.”
“Why? Are you wet? Ready to go wild?”
“You’re not real. You’re not here. Stop it.”
“You crave a screaming over-the-top orgasm. Why deny it?”
“Go.”
“No. I plan to watch. I plan to know your sweet spots. I plan to fuck you.”
Fuck, yes. Please.
Shame he was a figment of her over-the-limit pheromone-infused imagination.
She stripped, dipped from a tub of scented body butter, and massaged hyper-sensitive legs, belly, breast and ass. She arranged lubricant and toys on her bedside table, organized the pillows, one near the middle to use between her legs—her imaginary lover’s leg. Another to one side in case she chose to flip on her tummy. Still more propped against the headboard.
She pumped lubricant onto her fingers, rubbed cold on hot, hyper-sensitive inner labia then slipped into bed, clenched the pillow with inner thighs, teased her clitoral head from its hood, slipped a finger into her vagina, felt muscles close.
I wonder how that squeeze feels for a man?
“It’s erotic as hell.”
His voice? Here? Still? That deep, throaty tone now laced—no, loaded—with desire.
“Lose the covers. Don’t test me.”
Imagined or real, she no longer cared. She threw back the covers. She’d fantasized about showing a man what she liked. Why not now, tonight, all night if she chose?
She chose.
What a steamy way to start our week! Whew. I might need to call my husband home from work…
I can’t pick a favorite. Okay, yes I can. Gloria’s was funny, flirty, and just the right amount of naughty. Love it!
Thanks, Tameri. I worried about letting it all hang out there, but…
It’s no worse than what I have in the steam scenes in my novel. I think they don’t feel as raw there because I (and, hopefully, the reader) understand the psyche beneath character actions.
And, Alpha Male? Hot!
Isn’t she fabulous??? So glad you enjoyed, Tameri. Wishing you and Mr. Man lots of fun.
I agree, go Gloria!
Hi, Catherine. Thanks for the vote of confidence. My writing buddy thinks I should focus solely on my current WIP. But, I think Sadie may come out to play in the evenings.
Thanks for picking my short story, August. I’m honored. And, more than a wee bit tempted to add the prequel and follow-up scenes for this segment.
I didn’t let all of my GB power out to play on the page.
There is merit to a slow, steamy stew…
It just keeps getting spicier.
I’m honored to feature it, Gloria! Wise to save (even) spicier bits. Keep us all longing for more.
W O W… that’s kind of a “Monday-wake-up-shocker”. LOL
I really can’t chose between M.K. and J.S. – they both are equally sexy…
Very nice collection you got here August.
Glad you enjoyed, Raani! Lucky to have some spicy, open readers.
You haven’t by any chance read my comment on your last blog post, have you?
Wow, what a rush that snippet was. I know it was woman centric and for girl boners but it was a great bit of erotica. Cheers!
So glad you enjoyed it! Erotica can and should be enjoyed by all, IMO. Thanks for stopping by and chiming in.
Sizzling….not for a woman who has be celibate for six years. I tell no lies….. :-(…..
Whoa August! This blog is steaming up my computer screen. Way wilder than I expected. Love the stories and the pics, and Gloria! What can I say, Lady, but wow!
Remember when I introduced myself at Margie Lawson’s IMC? “Before I chose to write romance I wondered if I could or would write a steamy scene. So, I sat down at my computer. I can. I did. I am a slut.”
You were warned then, m’dear — Queen of Twisted Fairy Tale steam.
Well, we knew all along you were not shy, no fading violet here … or as the artist reminded us … a full blow orchid in bloom Hot stuff, Gloria. Now I think I’ll go take a hot shower and slip into something and …………
*Devilish grin*, Florence.
Since I wrote the “before” scene and am oh-so-anxious to find out what happens next with Sadie and The Man in the Corner, I may turn this into an Erotic Novella.
Stranger things…
Niiice! Loved it!
Thanks, Hildie. I so appreciate you be-bopping over here. I hope you signed up to follow August. You did see her prompt for more fantasy snippets and stories for next week, right?
Her blog always rocks. I think she already has a President for her Fan Club. I’m going for Treasurer. Why? I like to count money. Nine for August, one for me, nine for August…
ERK! Did I just blog-jack GB comments?
Hot, yes! Wow, Gloria, you are a natural. I’ll be looking for those sequels!
I’ll be looking for those sequels, too, Sharon. Write what you know, they say.
Busy, busy, busy. The sacrifices we make for our art.
Gloria! Wowzers! I love to wear corsets. Tight ones. And I like when a guy knows what he wants and goes for it. That is hawt. I might have to try my hand at this. Hmmm.
Bring your Sass over to The Wild Side, Renee! <==== Yep! Guilty! Still haven't figured out how to put the accent on the e.
Mix it up with your natural humor hits? Priceless!
Wait a sec! Tight corsets, you say? You already have your sass on The Wild Side. Write and we will read. Triple Dog Dare ya’.
Don’t worry about my accent. Then my love for Canada Dry would REALLY make sense: Not Too Sweet! Wow. I think I have to go there.
Dear August McLaughlin,
It has come to our attention that your comments on GirlBoner Fantasy-palooza: Part II suffered a blog-jacking on or about January 14, 2013.
Please let our team know if we can kick some serious butt for you.
Sincerely,
Your Voracious Readers & Fans
Who knew a blog-jacking could be so fabulous?!? Thanks, Gloria!
You know it;s Hot, Hot, Hot! Hmmmm what pen name shall i use????
That’s what I love to hear!
Wow! Thanks…I needed that.
By the way, I selected you for an interview blog hop.
Check out my post tomorrow.
Scott
Thanks, Scott! I’ll check it out.
You are welcome
First, I plead the 5th on fantasizing. Second, I may be opening a whole ugly can of worms here, but I wonder if women would be inclined to fantasize if men spent more time making sure they were satisfied. I think I’ve already mentioned something I read a while back, a Q&A with a gentleman asking if women really expected to have an orgasm EVERY time they had sex – because it was almost more trouble than it was worth. I fell in love with the guy who answered back…do MEN expect to have an orgasm every time THEY have sex?
I apologize to any guy who would never think to ask an idiot question like that, but there are a whole lot of men who are basically clones of that jerk. Meaning women don’t have much choice but to lose themselves in fantasies, and slink into adult toy stores in trench coats, big floppy hats, and even bigger sunglasses.
Maybe if all men would make a better effort to satisfy their partners, their partners wouldn’t feel the need to imagine sex with another lover.
Just my two cents.
Since I’m already guilty of blog-jacking, I’m going to add my “amen” to your comment with the caveat that there are good men, capable lovers, who want to please their partner, but…
The woman, because of societal prohibitions, learned negative perceptions of female sensuality, and ignorance about her body has no clue how to help the man please her. So, what does she do? She fakes it.
I know. I’ve been there. I’ve been asked and was either too embarrassed to be honest, or too ignorant to know.
That does not excuse the higher percentage of men I’ve known who had no interest in my needs. They remind me of sitcoms where the husband begs for sex and when the wife finally says yes, he jumps on top of her. (Everyone Loves Raymond, anyone?)
To your point on the MORON who thought it was unreasonable for women to want to experience orgasm when they have sex, I’ve been holding a card for a blog post. It’s a statement made in an article in one my husband’s golf magazines. The guy in the article had just learned to shoot guns. He loved it as much as he loved golf. The sentence highlighted? (Paraphrasing) He now knows three things he can enjoy without being good at them: Golf, Shooting and Sex.
Oh, yeah. I’d be SO lined up at his office door.
I’m sure there are men who want to please their partners, but I think the majority of them would prefer to not work that hard. At least not often. Maybe I’m jaded, but that’s just my opinion (based on experience and chats with other women).
Can’t wait to read your post about the guy who can’t golf, shoot or make love. He must be related to the guy in the article I read.
That’s a valuable point, Kristy. I tend to think (and hope!) the great ones do. Seems to me the best of them savor their partner’s pleasure as their own. This may be a great GB post topic. Hmm…
Thanks so much for chiming in!
Rest assured, ladies, that some of us men care very, VERY much about pleasing our wives BEFORE our owns needs are met. Partners WANTING to please each other makes for great chemistry. Not all of us are neanderthals.
I know there are many men who feel mutual satisfaction is essential. Your significant other is a lucky woman.
And, truthfully? Some of my problems were my own fault — ignorance about my body or being too embarrassed to be candid with caring partners.
Some? Wrong guys. Hit & run stupid choices.
Men like you are to be treasured. I LOVE the freedom August’s GB series unleashed.
We’ve all made stupid choices in this dept. Let it go and forgive yourself
Steve…you’re wife sounds like a lucky woman…good for you!!!
August…I don’t see any reason why you couldn’t address some of your posts to men. Some of them really could use a good kick in the butt.
Ha. There will definitely be man-geared GB posts, Kristy. Stay tuned…
I’m sorry, I zoned out after spying that opening pic….
Ha. You’re forgiven!
Late to the Sadie game. I was just reminded of this story, even though I read it shortly after it hit the GirlBoner Fantasy-palooza. Much to my chagrin, I couldn’t post a reply due to my location.
I would like to add my two own little two cents to the idea tossed around my Kristy, August, Steve and Gloria.
Any guy worth his mettle will understand that he will reach the end of the race. I’m not here for a quick jog. There is nothing more erotic, enhancing, and sensually stimulating that having a part in helping a lady reach a number of climatic sequences. The final dédouement is always sweeter because of it.
Besides, who doesn’t want sustained pleasure? At the end of it all, I’m going to reach my peak. But I’ll be damned if I reach it first.
Thanks so much for weighing in — a valuable perspective indeed! I have a post (and potential series) on this topic upcoming, and would welcome your continued insight. Cheers!
Only one cheer, August?
That comment warrants three cheers! Sounds like Zack’s lucky bed mates get at least that many cheer-worthy results. YKWIM.
Maybe we can get him to show up for your gig (with The Amish Erotics singing/dancing back-up).
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drool forlike the men showing up at in your GB party zone.August, I would be happy to add a little something to the topic. Thank you for the comment on my perspective!
Gloria, thanks for the compliment. *sly wink*
Zack! The *sly wink* leaves me with nothing to say. How could you? My favorite double-entendre-wordplay-partner on the blogosphere has left me with no viable options to put on a public forum.
Keep it up, FBI G-Man, and this (leashed, but gnawing) cougar will take you on in the DM Twitter Zone.
You have been warned.
Hey, August! Delete this message if you have time to fix my bloopers in the last sentence. Space after I and delete “at”.
Otherwise. “Whoop!” Waving hi to future readers from Gloria-the-Comment-Edit-Challenged-One