Surprising Myself: Stories of Women Fulfilling Fantasies

By Mattew Cooper

What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What's yours? Whether it's several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding menage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Insatiable Press Limited
• Release date: Jun 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781624613661

Mattew Cooper

Matthew Cooper (editor) is an editor, writer, and publishing professional living in New Jersey. He has founded and led writers groups on both coasts and is currently working on a full-length gay erotic novel.

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Introduction

What is your secret fantasy? Everyone has something they have always dreamed of trying but never yet had the chance to fulfill. Whether it be a fetish or position, threesome or kinky roleplay scenario, something intrigues you. It may even be hard to admit it to yourself, in your own head. But something titillates you, some secret desire that you think about.

Back in my college days and early 20s, at one party or another, friends would play the drinking game I Never. If you know it, you sit in a circle, and each person takes a turn making a statement that starts with I never… If you have done the thing they said, you have to drink. All your friends get to learn about things you’ve done merely by seeing you take a sip of your drink. It gets more fun as it goes on, and people get a little bit more creative with their statements. Of course, some people could feel too embarrassed to be completely honest, but when someone says, I never had sex with more than one person at the same time, and most of your friends swig their beer, it can lead to some very interesting stories.

But games aside, the secret to a fulfilled sexual life lies in getting to experience those things that turn you on in your fantasies and dreams. As a writer of erotica, I can come up with some very unique scenarios in my head. Some are just for the sake of a story, but some are inspired by either my own fantasies or stories people have shared with me.

When I sent out the request to writers to submit stories of women experiencing their secret desires for the first time, I had a list in my head of what kinds of stories I was hoping to receive. Those writers who have had stories chosen for inclusion in this collection definitely did not disappoint.

The very first writer to respond was Lynn Lake who delivered a solid hit with her story of baseball players and their wives that take ‘team’ to a whole new level in The Swinger’s Club. Ménage and swinging was a strong theme with my writers. In Claire Caine’s The Picnic, the wife of a chef has a birthday party she’ll never forget. And in Jacqueline Brocker’s Double-Bind, a wife knows exactly what her husband wants and enjoys it just as much as he does.

Another hot theme that arose was public sex. Oh yes, my creative authors pictured many creative locales. Two of them sent me stories set on trains, and I had to give you both. Lea Bronsen gives you a ride to the south of France with a big manly conductor responsible for taking your ticket and a whole lot more. And Marie Piper celebrates the holidays with a steaming-hot Chicago winter train ride.

You’ll find so many creative takes on fantasy. Whether you’ve fantasized about having sex at work or in a fetish club or at home alone during a rousing session of phone sex, this collection of stories from some of the hottest new names in erotica are sure to get your mind racing.

Be sure to read them all, because I saved the most creative for last with Code of Conduct, Megan McFerren’s unique take on merging two fantasies in one: falling for the bad boy and cosplay.

Enjoy them all. And write down the names of these terrific writers. They represent some of the best new erotica writers along with some seasoned vets. With that I’ll stop rambling and let you get to it. I hope you enjoy Insatiable Press’s Surprising Myself, and be sure to check out their website for even more of the best romance and erotica at www.insatiablepress.com.

Matthew Cooper

IMAGININGS

by Ahava Goode

I am just taking off my lace bra when I get a text from him:

So when I said last night that I couldn’t imagine a scenario where your top was still on but your bottoms were off, I kinda lied. I can. I’m just a little out of practice with my imaginings, I think.

The smile spreads across my face as quickly as the flush fills my cheeks, and I write him back:

Hmmm…interesting. What should we do about this new information?

I dash into the bathroom to brush my teeth, anticipating that we may end up on the phone again tonight. My phone beeps at me from my bedroom.  I pull a tank top over my head as I flop down on my bed to read his text:

Well…we could talk again tonight for a bit if you’re not too exhausted from our marathon conversation last night. What was that, two hours?

I write back:

Yes I am exhausted. And yes I want to talk to you.

About five seconds later my phone rings. I’m a little freaked out about how happy I am to see his name show up on my iPhone as the call comes in. What the hell am I doing falling for this guy when we haven’t even met in person yet? We met on an online dating site a week or so ago but haven’t had a chance to meet up for our first date yet.

Hello? I say, trying not to sound as breathless as I am.

Well, hello, he responds. His voice is sweet and sexy, and just a little bit gravelly.  How are you?

Tired, but really good. How about you?

Me? I’m spectacular, he says.

Spectacular? Wow. There’s a word that I’m pretty sure has never come out of my mouth. Spectacular…that’s saying something.

He laughs. I’m not sure I’ve ever said it out loud before, to be honest. But, tired as I am, and believe me, baby, I’m tired, I am in fact feeling pretty fucking spectacular.

Um…did you just call me 'baby,' I ask.

No? Not your thing?

Well, nobody’s ever called me baby before.

Yeah?

It sounded really fucking sexy, I say.

Mmmm, glad to hear that.

"I liked it, viscerally. It does something to me."

He clears his throat. "Does something to you? And there we are, going to the naughty place already."

I laugh.

He continues, I had all good intentions of talking to you about movies or something.

I'm happy to talk about movies.

Okay, great. Let's…but first tell me what you're wearing.

And we’re back, I laugh. I turn over on the bed so I'm lying on my back now. So, is this what I think it is?

Is what you think it is a late night phone call that’s about to turn into phone sex?

Yep, I laugh again. I’ve never done this before, just so you know. And I’m not completely sure that I even know how to.

Oh, I think we can figure this one out together, he says. And now I’d like you to answer that question I asked about your current attire.

Well, I was in the process of changing when you called me, so I ended up in my underwear and a tank top.

Yeah, I’m gonna need way more details than that.

I'm wearing grey cotton underwear…

Dark grey or light, he asks.

Charcoal grey, with little sparkles throughout.

Now we're getting somewhere. And are they, like, bikini cut?

I believe these are 'hip huggers', I say.

Mmm-hmm. See now, that's surprisingly hot to me. Hip huggers. I like it…and the tank top?

It's white cotton with spaghetti straps. Really thin.

Ribbed, he asks.

My breath is getting a little faster as I imagine him imagining my body. Nope, just soft, like t-shirt cotton. And thin…like… I look at my chest, fairly see-through.

He gulps a bit, How see-through? And tell me where you are right now so I can get the full picture.

I'm lying on my bed, on my back, on top of the covers. And the tank top is see-through enough that you can see that my nipples are darker than the rest of my skin. And that they're, um… hard.

I hear a quick intake of breath on his end of the phone.

"So where are you right now," I ask him.

I'm lying on my couch.

And you're wearing?

No, no. I want to stay with where we just were. Can you do something for me, he asks.

Yes.

Can you touch them?

I feel a tiny bit dizzy as I scoot up to lay my head on my pillow. I switch the phone to my left hand and start to move my right hand down to my breasts.

Tell me exactly what you're doing, he says.

I take a deep breath, I'm moving my right hand over each breast and using my thumb to run it back and forth over my nipples…mmm.

Mmmm…I love hearing you breathe right in my ear, he says. I’m getting hard now.

Seriously?

Yeah, totally.

From thinking about body parts?

"Not just any body parts. Thinking about touching yours. And you mine."

Now I’m getting wet.

Ummmm.

Why are you so far away, I ask.

I can’t wait to tease you in person. And make you squirm. Until I take what I want.

What you want from me?

Ummm. I want you to touch yourself.

Okay, I say. I am…for you.

I reach my hand under the band of my underwear and slide my index finger down to where my clit is wet and swollen. I put the phone between my head and my shoulder so that I can hold it there without using my hands. My index finger circles my clit, sliding down farther once in a while to bring my wetness up to the tip of my clit, which is extra sensitive and throbbing. I bite my lower lip and groan quietly.

Oh, God, he says. Tell me what you want.

I want to kiss you. Hard. And feel your tongue deep in my mouth.

Slow?

Yeah. Slow is good.

Hard to keep my hands still, he says.

Right now?

No, when our tongues touch.

I can hear the rhythm of his hands moving on himself, and I hear him starting to pant. The finger on my clit speeds up just a little as my other hand slides back and forth over my breasts, teasing one hard nipple and then the other one. And I surrender to the fantasy of what it would be like to really be with him. Oh, I’d like it that your hands roam when we kiss. They're in my hair. And on my breasts. My voice sounds husky, and my breath is coming out in pants.

I’d like the taste of your fingers in my mouth…where would your hands go, he asks.

To that flat part of your stomach that’s right at the top of your boxers.

Ah ha.

Yeah. I really, really like it right there. It's so sexy. And I know when I slide my hand down, just a little bit, right under the band of your boxers, that you’ll be hard for me and a little bit wet already. Ummmm.

And salty, he says.

Yeah. When my lips are on you. And when my tongue licks you.

Uh…having a hard time catching my breath.

I hear his hands moving and I picture his hard cock. His breath comes out in short grunts.

I love the sounds that you make…Oh, God. I’m really close to coming…are you, I ask.

Any time you are, baby. I’m just waiting for you, he says right into my ear.

Knowing that he is about to come from thinking about me is so intoxicating that I lose the fantasy and just listen to his breathing and his hands moving as I move my finger faster and faster on my clit. I am dripping wet by now, and I lick one finger on my other hand to slide it under my tank top and across my hard nipples.

Oh. Oh, God, I moan.

Uh.

I hear the strain in his voice, and I start to shake with pleasure and tension. I let go, and the warm, piercing pleasure courses through me in waves.

I’m…coming, I pant.

Shit. I’m coming too, he groans.

Blurry, perfect noises come out of him. The spinning slows down on my end.  Mmm…I love hearing you come, I say.

You’re so fucking hot, he says. Shit.

I try to regain a normal breathing pattern.

So… he says, laughing.

So…that was…

…unexpected, he says.

I was going to say ‘fun.’ I laugh.

Well, that too, for sure. And…

Yes?

I can’t believe I’m going to actually see you tomorrow night, he says, sounding a little bit nervous.

I can’t wait, I say. What will you do when you first see me?

I’ll walk up to you and say ‘Hi, baby,’ and then I’ll run my hands through your hair and kiss you hello.

Sounds perfect, I say, and smile to myself.

END

COMMANDO

by D. Burnell

There were lots of things my co-workers at the hospital didn't know about me, and why should they? I didn't do what I did for them. I did it for me, though keeping it a secret from them was part of it, I guess, a rebellious, titillating part. My co-workers would never know me or that I really didn’t belong there among them.

For instance, many days I went into work ‘commando’ underneath my skirt or dress. No panties. I was doing this way before I ever learned the word ‘commando’ or that it was a thing to be done by women. Now that I think about it, the term has to do with being ready and able at a moment's notice, a state of alertness and combat readiness should the call come. Well, of course, the call didn't come at Saint Clare’s Medical Center and Hospital, but I liked the feeling of