My girlfriend, Helen, and I have a great relationship. She s an actress, and so she brings a lot of inventiveness into the bedroom. One of our favorite things is role playing, which we do every chance we get. We ve played out several fantasies: teacher and student, master and slave, pretending to be shipwrecked on a desert island, etc. But there was one fantasy I hesitated bringing to her attention. I wanted her to play the part of a hooker.

I have long held a fascination for high class call girls. I guess it started way back with the film Klute. I frequently peruse prostitution ads in underground newspapers and get quite a thrill fantasizing about visiting a play for pay gal. When the Mayflower Madame business was big news I was beside myself with excitement. In reality, however, I knew I could never visit a house of prostitution. It just doesn t suit my personality, and I was convinced the actual experience could never match my fantasy.

When my birthday rolled around, Helen asked me if I had any special fantasy that I d like her to enact. I figured now was my chance to level with her.

What would you think of trying to play the part of a call girl? I asked. She looked at me quizzically. I would be your client. Our scene would be like a make believe trick. I ll be your john. Just like in the movies.

Helen was quiet for a moment and then said she d have to think about it. I didn t talk to her for a few days and I feared I d blown it. But one night I received a call from her, only it didn t sound like the Helen I knew. She greeted me very formally by calling me mister, and ignored my attempts to start a regular conversation.

I m sorry, sir, I haven t the time to chat. My agency tells me that you desire an appointment. Would tomorrow be agreeable?

Finally I was able to figure out what was going on. Yes, certainly. We agreed to meet at a fashionable restaurant in TriBeCa. I took it that I was to play the part of some hotshot Wall Street man. She would be my very expensive date.

The next evening I got out my most conservative pinstripe suit, put on suspenders, and splashed on some Drakkar Noir. As I rode the subway downtown I was practically trembling with nervousness. I had been intimate with this woman dozens of times, but tonight it would be like the first time, for we would be playing out a dark part of our sexuality.

I was a little early and took my seat at our table. When I saw Helen sashaying into the restaurant my heart skipped a beat. She looked like a different person. Helen is a beautiful woman, a blue eyed blonde, very petite, but with a country girl quality that looks out of place in an urban setting. But now she looked like a sophisticated city slicker. Her tawny hair was swept up on top of her head and her high heels made her almost as tall as me as she approached the table. She usually wears no makeup, but tonight she was sporting quite a bit, and she looked smashing with her dark red lipstick and fingernails polished to match.

She was wearing a sleek black dress slit up the sides, revealing a good deal of her slender legs, which were now encased in the finest stockings. The neckline of the dress was cut quite deep, and when she leaned forward it was easy to see her fancy lace bra.

She took my hand warmly but professionally. After I sat down, she took out a cigarette. I quickly whipped out my lighter and lit it for her. Some women look extremely sexy holding a cigarette Helen is one of these women. We ate an excellent Italian dinner holding a polite conversation. We pretended we had never met before. We talked about art, theater, a little politics, but nothing intimate.

After dinner we took a cab to her apartment. During the ride her hand surreptitiously crept into my lap and drew soft circles over the fabric on the insides of my thighs. My cock was as stiff as a board and very apparent. She looked in my eyes and licked her lips. My, my, do I excite you? Her thigh was exposed due to her dress riding high, so I slipped my hand over to caress it. She caught me and slowly pushed my hand away. Not now, she whispered.

Once in Helen s apartment she turned on a lamp with a soft light bulb, undid her hair and shook it out. She then turned to me, her lips moist and pouting, and said, There is now the matter of the fee.

I pulled out my wallet. How much do I owe you?

Two hundred dollars for an hour, one thousand for the entire evening.

I opened my wallet and pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills of Monopoly money. Helen nearly burst out laughing but quickly checked the impulse. Instead she took the money and spirited it away. Very good, sir. Would you like a drink?

We had a few snifters of brandy as she continued to tease me. She kicked off her shoes and ran her foot up and down my leg as we sat next to each other on the sofa. My wandering hands were not turned away, and after caressing her thighs a bit, they inched upward to her delicate panties. They were quite wet.

Perhaps we should retire to the bedroom, she said softly. We rose and she took me by the hand into her boudoir. Entering it was like seeing it for the first time. She had done a bit of redecorating and it now looked like the inner sanctum of a premiere courtesan. Please undress, she said, her voice quavering. I quickly removed my clothes, but laid them down carefully on a chair. There was plenty of time. She sat on the bed with a cigarette watching me. When I finished she stood and removed her clothing slowly, lingering over each article. I stood observing, my cock sticking straight in front of me, a divining rod that had found its treasure.

Helen turned down the covers and stretched out on the bed, beckoning me. I slipped in beside her and took her in my arms. We kissed, just a peck on the lips at first, then a fiercer, hungrier union of tongues. My hands explored her back and dropped down to her ass, which I squeezed and probed. She stuck her tongue in my ear, something she hadn t done with me before. We drew tighter together, attempting to occupy the same space. She whispered in my ear, Would you like me to suck your big, hard cock?

I nodded and she kissed a trail of lipstick prints down my sternum to my navel, and then in a circle around my dick. She took my balls in her mouth and sucked on them it felt as if she were trying to draw them through a straw. The effect was truly tantalizing. Then she popped my cock into her mouth and fellated me with infinite skill and tenderness. I would be at the brink of orgasm when she would stop and ever so lightly draw her fingernails up the shaft, leaving my whole body quivering like jelly.

Helen used this technique several times until I was mad with lust. I had to fuck her. I pulled myself up and told her so. And since this was a new experience, I was going to fuck her in a way I had never done before. I want your ass, I said devilishly.

Her eyes lit up with excitement. Well, that ll cost you extra, she said, her voice hardening.

I grabbed my wallet from the nightstand, pulled out a phony five hundred dollar bill and tossed it to her. Would this be enough money? I asked.

She put the money away and I laid her down on the bed. She lifted her legs, and I positioned them so they went far over her head, her toes touching the headboard. I sat back on my haunches, soaking in the awesome erotic sight. Her pussy and asshole were pointing straight up, as if they were being served on a platter. I lowered my face into the delicious canap and dined. Her cunt was creaming as it never had before. I rose and slipped my cock into her bubbling pussy. She was so slick that I had my organ lubricated after only a few strokes. I withdrew from her cunt and moved my cock to the doorway of her dark passage.

All right, Mister, fuck my ass! Helen hissed, her fingers busy pulling on her nipples. Slowly, I sank my rigid member into the musky entrance of her upturned bottom. Patiently, I surged forward, concerned that she might not be able to handle my action. Her moans of passion told me I needn t have worried. Yes, God, all the way! Shove your cock all the way up my asshole.

It was done. I was balls deep in her ass, and the sensations were indescribably phenomenal. I sawed my swollen manhood in and out of her with ever increasing speed. Helen exhaled on every thrust, emitting an animalistic grunt. She had completely lost control. She locked her ankles around my neck and hung on for the ride.

Minutes later, I fired off round after round of semen into her bottom. She tightened her legs around me and came with a scream. We collapsed and lay heavily on the bed, our limbs outstretched, our hearts pounding, breathing heavy like winded decathletes.

When we recovered our strength we bathed together and began our lovemaking anew. This time I fucked her sweet pussy. Before the evening was over I would come in every one of her orifices. She would have twice as many orgasms as me.

The evening was a triumph. Helen gave a masterful performance, playing a bewitching seductress who only comes out at night. And I had realized my most tantalizing fantasy.

Mr. Richard O., New York, New York

I am a mailman in a small town out West. Around here everybody knows everyone else privacy is sometimes hard to come by. That s why I have a secret fantasy that I hope might come true one day.

I know just about every woman in town. I m a twenty five year old bachelor, and in order to have a little fun, I have to drive over fifty miles to go dancing at a club in another town. I usually score because I m pretty attractive and I really like meeting new women. My fantasy goes something like this:

The old Clancy house, one of my last mail drops, has been empty for a year now. I hear that someone has moved in, and I get a notice at the post office to deliver mail there. The name s G. Packard. I can t help but hope that G. Packard turns out to be a lady preferably a young, sexy one.

It s a hot, sunny day and I have quite a few magazines and packages for the new occupant. As I walk under a rose arbor to the front door, I hear a dog barking in the yard. I ring the bell, breathless with anticipation.

Just a minute! Feminine voice. That s a good sign. The door opens and this tall, red haired amazon stands there in the sexiest white tank dress I ve ever seen. She looks about my age and I notice she has no underwear on under that sexy dress.

Hi, she says, smiling. Would you like to come in and dump all that stuff in the hall? I m speechless. She has the most amazing brown eyes, sort of chocolate colored. Her dress clings to her every curve, and boy, does she have some nice curves.

My name s Ginny, she says, extending her hand. I shake it and tell her that my name s Doug, the mailman.

Okay, Doug the Mailman, she giggles. Would you like a glass of water or something? You look beat.

I tell her that would be real nice. And, of course, as she walks to her kitchen I admire her tight ass. Ginny returns with some cold water and tells me to sit down. She joins me on the sofa.

I don t know many people around here. I m kind of lonely. My grandma was the late Mrs. Clancy. I just inherited all this. When she talked her eyes light up. I m really lonely, she continues. And horny.

I can t believe it! Am I in a porn movie? When I tell her I can fix that easily enough, Ginny leaps right into my arms. She smells like lavender and her long wavy hair is all over the place. I can feel her heat through her silky dress as I touch her firm breasts. She moans and lies back.

I pull her dress top down and massage her beautiful breasts. Her nipples are cinnamon colored and I immediately lick them into hard little points. She tastes so good, so clean and fresh. Ginny s hips buck up against mine and my cock springs to life. She moves her hand from her hair and touches my cock through my pants. It twitches with desire for this supremely beautiful woman.

I peel the rest of her dress off her and then she tells me to take all my clothes off. It s hot and we re both sweating. I stand, remove my mailman s uniform, then leap back on top of her. She s soft all over, but taut, and I lick and caress every inch of her. When I get to her ginger colored cunt she gasps out loud.

Put your tongue inside, she whispers, and I dive in. Ginny s very wet and her soft folds are on fire. She tastes spicy, and I rub her clitoris with my index finger. Meanwhile, my cock is rock hard and aching for her. Ginny trembles. Her orgasm makes her cry out and then, a moment later, she tells me to fuck her. I immediately move into position, plunging my engorged penis inside her wonderfully juicy pussy.

She s so hot like an inferno! I slide into her buttery tunnel with ease and she clasps her legs around my ass, pulling me extra close. Ginny s like a firecracker, telling me to fuck her hard and fast. Believe me, I oblige the lady.

What great luck, I think, as I fuck her hard and then soft, making her beg for my cock. We continue like this for some time until I tell Ginny I feel like I m going to come.

Wait, she says, I want to taste you! Moaning because I want to stay inside her precious warmth, I remove my cock reluctantly and slide it into her mouth. Ginny sucks it hard, and the sensation of her mouth feels almost as good as her pussy. After a few more of her loving licks, I come. It s hot, thick and creamy, and Ginny swallows it all, then continues to suck me until I m soft. We lay there together for a while. Spent. Sated. What a wonderful woman.

Nice fantasy, right? I always think of my fictitious Ginny, especially when I masturbate. I m sure that a lot of mailmen have the same fantasy, or one very similar. Maybe one of them got lucky already. Anyway, life goes on, as they say. I keep my fingers crossed and someday, who knows, I just might meet a beautiful red haired girl with chocolate colored eyes.

Mr. Doug F., Via E Mail

A while back, in your travel issue, you published a letter from a woman whose greatest thrill is watching her well hung husband pleasure another female. She related an experience she and her husband had while vacationing in Italy when they seduced a pretty French girl. That letter really got my attention, for while I have never actually watched my husband with another woman, it s been a great fantasy of mine for a long time.

It was ten years ago that I first laid eyes on Mitch. We were at the beach, he with his buddies, me with my girlfriends, and one look at his handsome face and muscular body had me almost swooning with desire. And I wasn t alone. All the girls were checking him out, admiring his golden tan, noting his great smile, their eyes roving over his magnificent physique to eventually linger, as mine certainly did, on the snug black briefs that so perfectly defined his beautiful butt and hinted strongly at a really big cock. Happily, Mitch picked me out of the crowd and we started dating. Six months later, we got married.

Today, I m as much in love with my husband as I was on our wedding night and still deriving immense pleasure from his great looks and big cock. The fact that so many women stare openly at Mitch, hunger in their eyes, has never bothered me. On the contrary, his obvious appeal has spawned deliciously wicked fantasies. I don t remember when it all started soon after we were married, I guess but the idea of watching my husband fuck another woman to orgasm after orgasm continues to excite me to no end.

Sometimes a fantasy will spring full blown into my head with little coaxing on my part. We could be out grocery shopping, for example, and if I notice a shapely female eyeing my husband, right away I ll envision her sucking hungrily on his big cock in the frozen food aisle, or bending over in produce to take him from behind. The same thing happens if we re at the park, or at the beach, or even just strolling down the street let me spot a gal checking out my man and presto, my imagination goes into overdrive.

Lately, however, my fantasies have focused on one particular female, my new next door neighbor Delores. She and her husband Ed moved in about three months ago, and a few days later, when Mitch and I went over to introduce ourselves and welcome them to the neighborhood, I knew she d be the next woman Mitch would fuck in my dreams. Over coffee, she couldn t seem to take her eyes off him, and when we left I just knew her panties had to be soaked. I was willing to bet she had dragged Ed up to their bedroom as soon as we were gone.

Since then I ve had great fun imagining Mitch and Delores going at it hot and heavy. One of my favorite scenarios has Delores who, by the way, is a very pretty blue eyed blonde of medium height sunning herself in her backyard, which she is wont to do most afternoons. I see her stretched out on the chaise longue, her body bare save for a skimpy bikini that barely covers her tits and pussy. Eyes closed, her hand wanders downward, slipping between her legs to gently stroke her covered sex. She s thinking of Mitch, of course, and how nice it would be if he were to suddenly appear at her side.

And he does! At least in my fantasy. Opening her eyes, Delores smiles up at my husband, who sinks to his knees and immediately takes over the stroking of her pussy. Delores sighs and, moments later, sits up so Mitch can remove her bikini top. Settling back in the chaise, she purrs her approval as my husband kneads her beautiful tits with one hand while continuing to fondle her pussy with the other. Now Mitch gets to his feet and the giant bulge in his shorts evidences his arousal. Delores swings her legs over the side of the chaise lounge so she is sitting erect, facing Mitch, and quickly pulls down his shorts and briefs to reveal his big, beautiful cock.

She comments happily on its size and then takes it in her mouth, sucking hungrily as Mitch places his hands on her blonde head and urges her on. With surprising ease, Delores succeeds in swallowing all but an inch or so of my husband s cock, using her hands on his ass to pull him as deep as possible into her throat. She pauses a moment to lick Mitch s heavy balls, her tongue swiping at them playfully, and then again she s sucking on his big cock, her blonde head bobbing rhythmically.

After a while Mitch steps back and orders Delores to her feet. Get them off, he says, pointing to her bikini bottoms. Delores is quick to obey, and no sooner is she naked than my husband orders her onto her hands and knees on the grass. Yes, from behind, my pretty neighbor says excitedly. I love it that way.

Mitch wastes no time dropping to his knees and burying his well sucked cock deep inside my neighbor s eager pussy. The forceful penetration wrenches a cry of delight from her throat, and she drops her head to the ground, cradling it between her arms as Mitch continues banging into her from behind. The expression on her flushed face eloquently expresses her fierce arousal, and she claws at the earth as Mitch pounds his cock into her. Give it to me! she shouts. Harder! Faster!

My husband does just that, slamming his member into the cozy confines of my neighbor s pretty pussy again and again until he finally comes, his orgasm sparking Delores . She cries out in ecstasy and then slumps to the ground. Mitch covers her body with his, the two of them resting like that as his cock softens in her pussy.

Sometimes in my fantasy I ll have my husband fuck Delores in the ass, which is something I personally enjoy every now and then. Usually I imagine them in her bedroom, but last Saturday night, when we had Delores and Ed over for dinner, I came up with the idea of having Mitch do Delores anally while she bent over the dining room table! Ed, having volunteered to help with the dishes, was in the kitchen with me, My husband and my neighbor were in the living room deciding on the video we d all be watching later. But in my mind they were still in the dining room.

Standing at the sink, my hands in soapy water, I felt my pussy grow damp as I pictured Mitch and Delores sneaking in a quick ass fuck while alone together. I had Delores bending over our solid oak table and Mitch quickly throwing her short skirt up over her back and yanking down her panties. Then, scooping up some butter from the dish still on the table, he greased her asshole as she whimpered in happy anticipation.

Whatever it was that Ed was saying to me went in one ear and out the other as in my mind s eye I saw Mitch push his cock balls deep inside Delores curvy backside. And then she was grunting and groaning as my husband fucked her, urging him on with gutter talk, telling him, in a voice choked with lust, how much she loved getting it back there. My husband finally spilled his load into my happy neighbor s back passage, provoking a moan of joy from her.

It was on rubbery legs and with a soupy pussy that I went into the living room when the dishes were done. Mitch and Delores were seated on the couch, looking over the videotapes spread out on the coffee table. I smiled inwardly, thinking that in my fertile imagination they had had much more fun.

The day will come, I m sure, when I ll tell my husband all about my secret dreams. Although I can t be a hundred percent certain, I think his response will be favorable and I ll actually get to watch him screwing another woman. For all I know, he may have fantasies about watching me with another man. Now that would really make things interesting.

Ms. Anita K., Cleveland, Ohio

Allow me to share with you my favorite erotic fantasy. It goes as follows:

It is midnight and I am walking on the beach. It is misty and I listen to the sound of the ocean waves rhythmically pounding on the shore. I am waiting for you. I am wearing a long white silk dress with nothing on underneath. I sit on the sand. I unbutton my top and touch my breasts my nipples are hard, longing for the touch of your tongue. My fingers wander to my pussy, which is wet with excitement. I caress the soft mound and find my button. In my mind I feel your lips closing in and trapping me. I cannot move. I slip fingers into my hole and imagine you are there. I am so wet, so hot for your cock.

I flick my clitoris and it hardens under the pressure, and the anticipation of you. I am on the edge, moving my fingers in and out, tasting my juices. I hear a noise, sense someone is close. My heart is pounding. I open my eyes and you are standing there, watching me. Your tight jeans give away your desire. I want to touch you but you say no, you want to watch. So I continue to slip over the edge, sighing to the sound of the waves.

Now you come close to me as I stand up. I reach down to touch the bulge in your jeans, stroking from your balls to the tip of your penis. Oh, I want to taste you, to wrap my tongue around your thick, hard cock and lick you until you explode.

You grab me and hold me tight, smothering me with kisses, exploring my mouth and every inch of my face. As you rip at my dress, pulling it out of your way, your tongue slips down to my nipples, making me quiver. I reach down to undo your belt, but you stop me. You pull me down to the sand, continuing to cover my body with your tongue. Your lips find my hard, pulsing clitoris as your fingers reach deep inside my hot pussy. God, I want you to bring me to an explosive orgasm. I scream for you to stop, but you don t, your lips remaining on my knob until my quivering is done.

I reach to unbutton your shirt. Red flannel I love red. I touch your chest and lick your erect nipples, inching my way down your fur. You ask me to lick your balls. They taste so delicately wonderful. I love doing that to you. Carefully I suck one of your balls into my wet mouth, then the other, eventually working my way from the base of your hot throbbing cock to the head. You shudder with excitement. Explode in my mouth, let me taste the juices of our passion. But no, you won t let me take you that far.

Pulling me up, you roll me over onto my back. Your hot erection enters my wet pussy, just a little, just to tease me. I beg for more, but you hold back. Please, I want to feel you deep and hard. You turn me over and I feel your hard cock against my ass. Yes, I want it there, but please go gently. Slowly at first, rhythmic like the ocean, building like the waves, I feel you spreading me. I feel like I m going to rip apart! How can you possibly be so big?

But I want every inch of you. I want you to fuck my ass. Take me completely. You begin moving inside me, pumping your hot cock into my tight ass. We explode together, your hot come filling me. But we still can t seem to get enough. I don t want this moment to end.

Ms. Andrea B., Key West, Florida

The Egyptian sun, unmercifully brutal, is shaded from me by a canopy made of the finest fabric in the kingdom, while three scantily clad young women attend to me on this inferno like day: One fans me with a palm leaf almost as large as she is another, ever so attentive, is at my side with a large jug of water the third feeds me a steady supply of succulent grapes. None of these refreshments can cool the fire burning within me, though. As I sail down the Nile on my royal barge I can think of only one thing: My man is coming, and we will meet tonight.

My Cleopatra fantasy is just one of many erotic daydreams I concoct for myself while I sit on my back porch swing and greet the summer nights. With a pitcher of lemonade by my side, hoping to catch a breeze, I stare off into the mountains and imagine myself the ruler of an immense empire, and the lover of Mark Antony, the noble Roman who is sculpted like a Greek god. He has returned from battle and is heading straight for my bed, where he knows I will provide him with a night of blissful, scorching sex.

I am a great lover of history it s practically the only subject I read. It doesn t really matter what time period or what part of the world it involves. Just knowing that the people I m reading about were real, and had real passions, real desires, is enough to fascinate me. As a librarian in a small town in New England, sometimes it s not so easy to meet available men. I go out on dates and have had a variety of lovers. But on those occasions when I m alone, I step into a time machine that hurtles me back to days past, when men were men and women were glad of it.

Cleopatra s bedchamber is luxuriant pillows are piled high, and they are encased in jewel colored silks from the Orient. Several male attendants stand by, ready to follow my orders. All of them are brawny, bronzed he men, with huge pectorals and skillful hands. In order to serve me they are put to the test as lovers. Only if they satisfy me completely, both with their tongues and their cocks, are they allowed to become my slaves. On several occasions I have had four or five entertain me at once. But not tonight. I dismiss my attendants with a wave of my hand.

I anoint my soft, dark skin in exotic oils. My pussy is burning for his touch. My nipples are already hard. I am wearing only a diaphanous black gown that hides nothing from view. I rub my toes against the silk, sighing longingly as the inferno rages within me.

And then Mark is there. He stands before me, as if on display. He is tall, with curly black locks that frame his handsome face. His eyes are almost golden in shade, and they penetrate through my soul with just a glance. His arms and legs are thick ropes of muscle, scarred from battle. Slowly he removes his dress armor, until he is wearing only his toga. He reaches out to me.

I stand and eagerly accept his embrace. I press my face into his rock hard chest and inhale deeply. Oh, the ambrosial smell of my man, how it intoxicates me. His powerful arms encircle me and hold me firmly but delicately. I can feel his large cock poking into my belly. I stand on tiptoe and bite his neck, feeling his hot breath on my throat. I pull him down into the pit of sensual silk.

We are quickly naked. I examine his body up close, running my tongue along its golden surface. Mark trembles with anticipation, his cock bobbing and weaving, a drop of pre come glistening on the tip. I run my long fingernails up and down his thighs and around his egg size balls. He throws his head back and roars my name, urging me to satisfy him. I take his thick cock into my hands, stroking and caressing him. At just the right moment I lower my head and he slides into my mouth. For a moment or two I let his lovely cock rest between my lips, where I can rejoice in its taste and texture. But before long Mark begins to fuck my face, his hands gripping my head as he pumps himself down my throat.

Mark comes quickly, and I compulsively swallow his hot nectar. He tells me he has thought about me exclusively on his long journey to Egypt from Rome, and thus could not last for more than a few minutes. I smile and forgive him, for I see that his erection has not flagged an iota it is still tall and hard. I sit astride him and slowly lower my cunt onto his shaft. I cry out in relief how long it has been since I last experienced this magnificent cock in my pussy! Like the waves of the sea I begin to roll atop him, Mark s hips undulating beneath me, my sugar walls clutching at his hardness, drawing him into me further.

His huge hands cover my breasts. The calloused skin against the baby soft flesh of my tits is an arousing contrast. Gently he tweaks my nipples. I continue to ride him and after too short a time I come, my cries echoing through the palace. Every fiber of my being is on fire.

Mark rolls me over without missing a stroke. He pounds into me with animal ferocity. I wrap my willowy legs around his waist and grab hold of his shoulders. I feel as if I am a ceramic doll, and this powerful man will shatter me. But I m not I can withstand anything he can give me. Relentlessly, he hammers his cock in my sodden cunt. The muscles of his neck are as tight as steel, his eyes are closed tight in concentration, his breath is coming in short bursts. He is ready to come, to fill me with his seed. I place my hands on his asscheeks and pull him into me even farther. I want every bit of him inside me.

When he comes he groans. He collapses on top of me, spent. I fix my lips against his ear, nibbling at the lobe. I whisper to him how much I love him, how much I need him. He turns to me and says he is not finished yet. I can only smile.

I spun this fantasy as I watched the sun set. While imagining this encounter, my fingers slipped beneath my panties, and I masturbated to a ripping orgasm. Flushed and trembling, I then retreated back into the sanctity of my bedroom, ready for sleep.

Though my Cleopatra sex dream is a deeply satisfying one, it is not the only one I fantasize with, not by far. I have a whole cerebral library full of erotic daydreams. Another of my favorites takes place only a century ago.

I am the new schoolmarm, fresh from Edwardian finishing school in Boston. I have taken the train to Tucumcari, and from there must take the stagecoach to Tombstone, Arizona. I am warned that the trail is dangerous bandits are everywhere, and Geronimo is still at large. But I am eager to see the frontier, and long to meet the legendary sheriff of Tombstone, Wyatt Earp.

I replay this fantasy in my mind periodically, especially recently, after I saw the film My Darling Clementine, which dramatized the shootout at the O.K. Corral. I imagined that Wyatt looked and acted just like Henry Fonda played him in the movie: an American hero for the ages, with a gentle face, tranquil eyes, steely nerves and a quick gun hand.

How I come to meet Wyatt varies from time to time. Usually he rescues me from the evil clutches of the Clanton brothers greasy roustabouts who have unsavory designs on me. Wyatt and his brothers save me in the nick of time, though, and escort me back to my home. I bat my eyes at Wyatt and say, How can I ever repay you?

This time in my dream he blushed and said it was just his duty he even called me ma am. But before he left, he took his hat in hand and bashfully asked, Would you consider allowing me to buy you a steak dinner? Of course I accepted.

The movie over, I lounged on my sofa, my shoes off and my pants unzipped. I busied myself stroking my pussy and creating details for my alter ego. Being a refined New England girl, of course I was a virgin. I was all innocence and light, nothing like the saloon girls who entertained the cowboys. Wyatt was refreshed by the change. There were not too many girls like me out West. After a delightful evening I invited him to join me in my home. He was hesitant but came in just the same. I told him to get comfortable. I imagined him sitting on the sofa while I lit a few candles.

I sat next to him, our hips touching. I exulted in his shy masculinity. I ran my fingertips up and down his arm. Wyatt squirmed. I detected a sizable lump in his pants. Would you like to kiss me? I asked him. He blushed. I decided I was going to have to take over completely. I kissed him hard and long, then dragged him by the hand to my canopied bed. The moon was full, and coyotes could be heard baying in the distance. I peeled off Wyatt s clothing. Even though I had never seen a naked man before, I knew he was a beautiful specimen. His cock was beautiful long and thin, curving upward in a gentle arc. I touched it delicately, and it twitched. Wyatt asked me to undress.

I did so coyly, pretending to be a saloon girl. I rolled my stockings down my legs as slowly as I could, which made his eyes bug out with anticipation. When I was naked he laid me down and kissed every bit of me, devoting special attention to my large breasts. He sucked my erect nipples, drawing them into his mouth, his hands drawing lazy circles around the quivering flesh. Eventually his kisses created a trail down my stomach. He tickled my navel with his tongue, making me giggle. My laughter turned sharply to a gasp when he applied the tip of his tongue to the petals of my pussy.

I had never heard of this activity. I did not realize that pleasure could be so intense. Wyatt laved my cunt with his magic tongue, flicking at my clitoris, nibbling my labia and penetrating my channel. My thighs pressed against his ears as I went out of my mind with passion. In a matter of moments I crashed with my first orgasm.

Wyatt lay next to me as I regained my senses. He was studying me, his eyes roving over the hills and dales of my bountiful form. He stroked me gently, his cock still hard and unattended. I resolved to remedy that. I spread my legs and invited him to take me, but he had other ideas. I learned this from a very friendly Indian woman a few years ago, he tells me. Following his suggestion, I rolled over onto my stomach. He pulled my ass into the air so that my knees were tucked under me. I felt so exposed, yet so alive. I peered over my shoulder to see Wyatt kneeling behind me.

I saw stars exploding as Wyatt pushed his hardness into my sex. He went slowly, allowing me to gradually accept his penetration. At long last he was completely inside me, and my virginity vanished. With building speed, Wyatt fucked me with long strokes. His hands gripped my hips, occasionally reaching below to fondle my tits. I emitted a small grunt with the impact of each of his thrusts, and he was moaning and groaning as well. When he released his seed inside me I felt it shooting, coating my cunt with its creaminess. We spent the rest of the evening cuddling like two lovebirds.

When that fantasy draws to a conclusion, my pants are around my ankles and I ve nearly slid off the couch, so powerful is the orgasm I experience.

I also like to masturbate while fantasizing in the bathtub. Usually I ll start out by reading some of my favorite Arthurian legends: The Mists of Avalon, The Idylls of the King or The Faerie Queen. I love to read them while soaking in a hot bubble bath, the room lit by Gothic candles. My favorite fantasy involves a figure derived more from myth than from history.

I transport myself to fifth century Britain. I am a maiden who has been cornered by a fierce, fire breathing dragon. The beast is ready to devour me when, from out of the forest, gallops an imposing white charger. He is ridden by a knight in gleaming armor. The knight charges the dragon, and they engage in a pitted battle. The knight wields his sword with a dexterity that is unmatched throughout the kingdom. The dragon is not his equal, and soon succumbs to the knight s prowess. The rest of the story flows out in different ways according to my mood.

Are you hurt, fair damsel? I fantasized the knight asking me this time.

I am unhurt, I replied. Who, may I ask, has proved to be my savior?

The knight removed his helmet and I was overwhelmed by the most beautiful male face I had ever seen. I am Sir Lancelot Du Lac, knight of the Round Table.

My heart pounding, deeply in love at first sight, I accepted Lancelot s offer to accompany him back to Camelot for the feast. I rode behind him on his powerful steed, my arms wrapped around my rescuer s waist. I laid my cheek against his back and wished that this storybook meeting would result in a never ending evening of passionate love.

Once at Camelot I was introduced to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere and all the other knights: Sir Gawain, Sir Percival, Sir Kay, Sir Tristan and all the rest. What was said about the queen was true she was the most beautiful woman in the land. The king asked Lancelot to tell of his adventure, and he related the story of how he rescued me from the dragon. This pleased the court greatly, and I was welcomed wholeheartedly. The feast was grand and glorious, with everyone enjoying much food and drink. By midnight the revelers were heading off to slumber. I felt a hand at my elbow and turned to see Sir Lancelot.

Dear Rosanna, I would have never believed it was true that there could be a more lovely woman than the queen, but I am proved wrong. You are truly her better. Please accept my invitation to bed with me tonight.

I was thunderstruck. It was known throughout the land that Sir Lancelot loved Guinevere, yet here he was, telling me I was more beautiful. Weak kneed, I followed him to his bedroom. His bed was large and comfortable, and the candlelight flickered against the stone walls. As I watched silently, he removed his clothes.

What a man! He was tall and lean, yet muscular. His beard was fair, his chest hairless. I swallowed hard to think that this man had chosen me to be his partner in love. I slipped out of my dress and we examined each other pensively. Then he came to me, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed me softly. I practically fainted. He picked me up and laid me down oh so gently on the bed.

For someone who was so excited, he took his time. Lancelot bent his head so gently and took my breast into his mouth. He suckled softly and massaged the other with his strong hand. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue and teeth grazing my nipples.

He moved lower, down to my belly and stroked every inch of my body with his hands. His tongue danced beneath my belly button and hovered over my sopping pussy. I raised my hips to meet his mouth and he extended his tongue and parted my scented folds. His tongue and his precious mouth did things to me that no man had ever done before. Fire filled my loins as Lancelot kept licking me, sucking my clitoris until I came, screaming out his wonderful name.

Parting my legs, Lancelot pointed his erect cock at my pink opening and descended, filling me with his manhood. I shrieked with the pleasure of this invasion, digging my fingers into his strong back. He wielded his penis as he did his sword, with swift, exact strokes. I spun deliriously, my thoughts racing out of control as I thundered toward orgasm. We climaxed together, our cries mingling in the sex charged air.

That was just the beginning of our lusty night. I gave Lancelot a tongue bath, licking every bit of his wonderful body, from his toes to his ears. I sucked his cock worshipfully, tasting his tangy sauce when he erupted. He did the same for me, and I came over and over again, my mind a jumble, all concepts of time and space gone. The only two people in the world were Lancelot and myself, naked and in heat, joined together as one.

As my fantasy dissolves I finger myself in the tub, splashing bath water on the tile floor. But I am oblivious, as my pelvis is raised, my feet pressed against the walls of the tub, two fingers deep in my pussy and another in my asshole. My orgasm pulses through me like an earthquake, jolting me to a searing ecstasy. Then I simply float in the water, drained of energy.

I ve always got an eye out for new ideas. Just this week the library received a biography of Sir Richard Burton, the dashing explorer and writer who translated the Kama Sutra. I think I m going to spend a happy and horny week with my nose in that book.