What’s so fascinating about sexual fantasy is that no matter how outrageously “abnormal” they may be, the act of fantasizing itself is innocent and natural.
Before I could even comprehend the concept of eroticism, I imagined Prince William as my boyfriend, and how our first kiss would be on the bank of a creek at Highgrove, his estate in Gloucester.
One of my favourite books of the Sexual Revolution is Nancy Friday’s My Secret Garden. The level of ‘badassery’ achieved in this book was fairly earth shattering in 1973, its year of publication.
Friday solicited letters and interviews from women across the United States, almost all of them white housewives, and asked them to describe their sexual fantasies. The result was a phenomenal backhanded slap in the face to maternalist feminism.
All across suburbia, women fantasized about having sex in public, lesbian rendezvous is bathhouses, teenage boys and receiving cunalingus from the family dog.
My favourite came from Margie, a model turned housewife who imagined being peed on by a black man while she lay in a bath perfumed with Estée Lauder. Her man would look like Harry Belafonte. Keep in mind, Margie was white and the year was 1973. Scandalous stuff for its time, but so honest and sensual.
Fascination with sexual fantasy isn’t outdated. Recently, I read an article on VICE’s website in which a few women described what they fantasized about as kids. One woman talked about the arousal she felt during the overdose scene in Pulp Fiction. I was both mildly revolted and thoroughly impressed.
Naturally, my arousal and curiosity were peeked. I set out on a mission to unearth the erotic thoughts that my pervy amigos let free in their minds. Here’s what I was graciously allowed to discover . . .
Alexa:
My mind always wanders to one particular summer night. The air is hot and sweet and far too thick to move. The moon is full and high and the crickets are singing their song. Boys and girls sit down by the harbour, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes.
Everyone is lazy tonight, limbs are draped, haphazardly exposing tanned skin. Sometimes a boy will come and take me behind the trees and we’ll tumble in the grass, all force and hurry and sweetness. Other times I can’t resist the full lips and hips that sit across from me, and I’ll start by braiding her hair and then let my hands explore places I’ve never been.
It’s the air that makes me feel this way, so alive and sensual. I’m young and willing to try so much. The unknown is tantalizing, the consequences irrelevant. We’re half drunk on love and sweat makes their skin salty-sweet; rising need makes every kiss and breath seem as though it will be our last.
We’ve been touching all day. I’ve seen her bare breasts through glass bottle-green water. He traced his fingers along my back while I lay sunbathing. I’ve felt bikini bottoms dry in the sun and become wet again, rubbing against mounds of warm sand. This buildup and tension leads to the sweetest release at the end of this perfect day.
Julien:
I feel like any sort of male sexual fantasy will be perverted.
I want to have aggressive sex with a really cute Japanese woman who doesn’t speak English.
Luke:
I’ve always imagined setting up a hammock in the canopy of a forest and fooling around there. Like, we’re talking about the Amazon rainforest kind of stuff. Hundreds of feet up, hot and humid, with wildlife noises and the wind blowing. Just without the bugs.
Something about swinging around in a rainforest canopy, where you can’t see the ground, is just crazy appealing. I guess it appeals to my inner Tarzan.
Kristen:
I’m a woman of simple pleasures. Such simple pleasures are not always available, however. Mine involves a certain whimsical fantasy, which is not even heavily sexual in nature. It is that of groupiedom. Particularly, I want to be Paul Stanley’s girlfriend circa 1985.
He’s the “Starchild,” lead vocalist, and guitar man of KISS. I can just imagine us walking through Beverly Hills, his mask off, and people going “Yeah, that’s Paul’s old lady.” Little do most people know, he is an extremely eloquent man, and not only could he serenade me with “I was made for lovin’ you baby, you were made for lovin’ me,” but we could probably watch art-house films in bed and critique them accordingly.
Griffin:
In high school, teacher makes me stay after class to wash the chalkboard. Then she says she’s dirtier than the chalkboard so I have to wash her down.
Jono:
Lol honestly, I’ve always wanted a Chippendales man. That or sleeping with Anderson Cooper. Silver fox! And then meeting his mom after and picking her brain cuz she’s Gloria fucking Vanderbilt.
Georgia:
When I was younger, like 10 or 11, I used to imagine I was at Hogwarts and I’d hook up with Ron Weasley in the Gryffindor common room . . . Not feeling that fantasy so much anymore. Now really, I guess someone big and aggressive. Some ass slaps obviously involved. Be aggressive be aggressive. Being on the laundry machine . . . I just basically think of someone who goes for what they want, which is me . . . Haha.
Stuart:
I imagine having a threesome with two ex-girlfriends on a private tropical island, in one of those houses that are on the coral reef.
Beth:
Usually I am not one to initiate PDA, but it is definitely a huge facet of my sexual fantasies. There is nothing more thrilling than being caught off guard by someone who shoves you against a wall and launches into a hot and heavy make out. What’s even better is if you can get away with more than just sensuous kissing and heavy petting in a not-so-private place. Indeed, it maybe inappropriate, sometimes illegal, but it’s the biggest turn on.
Matt:
I’ve always fantasized about being handcuffed/tied down and blind folded by a woman who makes it clear that she is in control. Blow jobs would be ideal under these circumstances . . . There’s nothing hotter than a woman in need of being pleased who uses aggression as a means of getting that.
Mild violence is fair game, just not down for actual bruises, just more scratching and verbal dirty talk. Actually dirty talk is crucial and even when watching porn I will find myself searching for these videos.
I usually fantasize about being in either a hot tub/pool/bath tub . . . water’s sexy . . . The more moaning the better, unless its forced but yeah its definitely good encouragement and incentive to keep going at it.
Aurora:
I’m gonna go with me and Anthony Kiedis getting spiritual and tripping out together on a resort in Cali . . . and he gets inspired and writes a song about our sexual and spiritual journey. Oh, and I sing backups. And maybe he puts on some makeup at some point for me . . .
