The Sexual Fantasies of a Good Girl

By Claire DeLaney

Sexual fantasies about male sexual technique, girl friends, and a few stabs at former lovers, these stories are graphic but not raunchy. I hope they come across as emotional graphic sex. Sharing these fantasies doesn't mean I'm NOT a good girl, but maybe bad one under the surface, maybe like a lot of people. I hope readers find them interesting enough to discuss with partners and lovers and improve your relationship(s). I discovered them in myself on many a quiet evening, a roaring fire, and a glass of wine, a good environment for reflection and self improvement.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire DeLaney
• Release date: Oct 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466048362

Claire DeLaney

In my mid 30's, I've decided to be more open in expressing myself. Before this awakening I may have stayed away from graphic stories, but now, what the hell. It feels better already!

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The Sexual Fantasies of a Good Girl

By Claire DeLaney

Published by Knowledgeworks123 Publishing, Southport, North Carolina

Copyright 2013 Claire DeLaney

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Table of Contents

Introduction

The first time

After the first time

Lesson one

Payback

Beginnings and endings

Mind control #1

A sunny day

A Phoenix adventure

Summer boat adventures

Our visit to the adult video store

Boston exploring

Holiday opportunities

New friends

To tease or not to tease

Revelations

Willingly

Epilog

Introduction

My name is Claire and most people consider me a good girl; a good girl to them means moral and honest. Both men and women consider me to be attractive with a slim figure and prominent assets. I’m ageing well in my 30’s. Perhaps I was a man in a former life, because I seem to think about sex more than my friends, or at least that’s the feeling I get from talks with girlfriends. If you saw me on the street, you wouldn’t think I had the nasty fantasies I’ve written about here, but I do – that’s the beauty of fantasies, they’re private…until now.

This is a collection of sexual fantasies I’ve had over the past 10 years. Anyone who has written fiction knows that sometimes a story idea appears out of the blue and maddeningly rattles around in your brain until it just has to get out. In my case, these fantasies clawed their way out of my consciousness at the oddest times. The vivid images came unpredictably while at work, while shopping or during a deep sleep. The visions were so vivid and compelling that I had to sit down and write as soon as I could get to a terminal. Generally, the kernel of the story came right away, and the details flowed easily, almost faster than I could type, and the story ended when I was exhausted. I had to use a terminal because no pencil and paper tablet could keep up with my racing brain. Some of you, psych majors, may say that fantasies are my subconscious acting out repressed desires. Whatever. I think of these fantasies as a healthy way to get nasty thoughts out of my head and onto a computer screen so that I can get back to my normal life. Girlfriends who read them were ‘surprised’, but gave me good feedback – no one admitted to similar fantasies, but I suspect they have them. I have not shared the stories with any male friends, so I’ll be interested to see how they react. Since I wrote them, I’ve lived some and had no regrets.

If men knew women had such robust fantasies, things might be a different between us. With all the weirdness in the world, perhaps its better that some fantasies stay safely tucked inside our heads, or maybe shared among close friends. My naïve intention is to share the fantasies through this collection in order to promote a better understanding between men and women. If you are a woman or girl (over 18 of course!), I hope that reading them encourages you to jot down your own fantasies, if only for your private reading - because it helps. If you’re a man or adolescent boy (over 18 of course!), I hope the stories give you a better understanding of how some women think. Perhaps one or another story will stimulate a healthy sexual response. Just to clarify, I have never been married and I believe in fidelity. Any fantasies involving married people are just that – fantasies.

Enjoy.

Claire Delaney, September, 2013

The first time

In my fantasy world, the first time was perfect. The experience was to be a magical combination of love, desire, and sensitivity in a hunky guy who found me irresistibly fetching. When he got started, he would deliver gentle, knowledgeable, caring strokes to every willing part of my inexperienced body. His hands would slowly caress me until we could not hold out any longer, and then it would happen.

In reality, I was ready at 15, but my body held me back with small breasts and girlish slender hips that put me in the second tier of hot high school girls. I worked hard to be provocative with what I had without crossing the slut line, but most boys were all about the more available sluts and so I developed boy friends who were fun to be with, but were a long way from the men of my dreams. That was until Jack came to town. In a situation not unlike the movies (Grease is still my favorite), he had moved from a small Colorado town and was an only child. He sat next to me in homeroom and was new-kid friendly. Readers can guess that since this is a book about sexual fantasies, he was my prime fantasy from his first smile. We seemed to naturally gravitate to each other, both outside the usual high school cliques. Soon we were soon spending a lot of time together. I had to start the move from friendship to sex by leaning into his hand so that he knew I wanted him to feel my breast. After that he took charge and it was only about a month until we were in the backseat of his car on a summer Friday night. No alcohol was involved, so I can’t use that as an excuse as some girls do. We were both ready.

Soft kisses became harder kisses and lasted longer, then his hands started their exploration and my clothes came off; my blouse, then shortly after my shorts and panties. It seemed so natural that no warning bells went off. His fingers found my wet vagina and slid in easily. I’d never felt such a sense of arousal, and I’m sure his hand was soaked from my wetness. I lifted my hips to meet his deeper probing and the sensations became more complex - deeper somehow - until I shuddered and had my first orgasm. It was a tiny one in retrospect, but new to me and incredibly womanly. Unlike other girl friends, I’d not done any serious exploration of my anatomy to give myself an orgasm, but I knew the basics and thought I knew how it should feel. That first orgasm was not mental at all, just a shudder, a warmth in my vagina and a release in response to his pressure, but I knew I needed more of those feelings. He wanted to continue with his fingers, but I wanted more. I unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. I’d never seen one up close and was impressed by the size and diameter. He looked down at me looking at him and gently guided my face down to a closer look, then a lick, taking the head into my mouth, then more of the shaft, moving up and down slowly. I followed his lead and my mouth was as wet as the rest of me and he groaned in pleasure with each stroke. I found a rhythm that matched his groans and we were off. I knew enough that if I continued, I’d soon have a mouth full of his sperm, but I wanted more. I came off his cock and moved my pelvis over him. He found my vagina immediately and slid in. What a sense of fullness, pressure, warmth. There was no pain. I pulled on his shoulders to hold him there before I started moving into him. He looked into my eyes and I could feel the passion there, and I returned what I saw, giving him what we both wanted.

Unfortunately, the intensity was too much for him and I saw his orgasm coming. I had enough presence of mind to know that his sperm was an evil weapon for a young girl and so my common sense self pulled off and enveloped him with my mouth, catching what I hoped was any potential sperm enemies in my mouth. Never mind all the cautions I’d heard about sperm concentration in the first shot and high pregnancy rates with that first shot in young girls. Somewhere I knew those facts and ignored them, hoping that taking it in my mouth had been soon enough to avoid those swimming little critters. The taste was incredible – a mixture of my juices and his juices – sweet, salty, slick, but very wet, but the power I felt was my downfall. To this day I most love the gift of taking a huge load of cum, holding it in my mouth and swallowing every drop.

He kissed me deeply, tasting us in my mouth and we lay quietly in each others arms on the sticky back seat of his car, never feeling the stickiness until we moved to get dressed, then laughing about how messy the whole process could be.

I’d like to say the whole relationship went on and on, but we both moved along in different circles after a few weeks of casual sex. I bought the condoms and he used them, but I preferred pulling them off just before he came and tasting that sweet-salty liquid if I could.

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After the first time

I would have gladly continued these sexual adventures, but I could not find a suitable partner. The guys I met were either too aggressive or too talkative. The few I chose during high school got to experience my improving oral skills. They wanted penetration, but I did not want the risk and was unable to manage more standard forms of birth control without my mom discovering it, so oral it was. I got to love the feel of