Fantasies: what women want

hello you xx

I'm taking a quick break from the current Sophie, just before we leap into the delightfully filthy part of the story, as I'd like to offer you an opportunity to help me with a new book I'm putting together.

I'm currently preparing a small number of collections of erotica from the blog, which I'll be publishing via lulu.com (just like the current Sophie book in my sidebar to the left, which many of you have already bought). I'm often asked for book versions of the erotica, something you can take to bed with you at night (especially useful for those of you without a laptop or regular access to the internet), and amongst the books I want to put together is one pretty much entirely written by my readers, featuring sexual fantasies, some of which are already here on my blog, some of which I'd like you to send to me privately.

All the material will be completely anonymous, with invented names attached to the fantasies (so that no-one can be identified - your anonymity and safety on the site and in the book is just as important to me as it is to you, so complete discretion is guaranteed), and my hope is that it'll be the first real collection of genuine female sexual fantasies for a long time - something to rival the important work done by Nancy Friday in this respect back in the 1970s.

As a writer of erotica for women for the past few years, I've been lucky enough to have been the recipient of countless sexual fantasies, some of which appear on the site, many of which have been sent to me privately, for my personal pleasure (none of which I plan to put in the book). I think a wider audience for a large collection of erotica written by women is hugely deserved, and if I put it together with care, complete discretion and guaranteed anonymity, I think it would be a book that would not only be an intensely erotic bedside companion, but which would also be a valuable document of women's sexual fantasies in the 21st Century, something that would show the changes in attitude in sexuality since those 1970s Nancy Friday books (if you're not familiar with her books, go take a look in Amazon, though I'm sure many of my older readers will be familiar with her work).

I think this could be an important book. I also think it could be an intensely erotic book, covering a wide range of fantasies, and would be something that could be shared with your partners, to show them: "Look - this is how I like it, this is how I want you to make love to me".

I'd like to give you all a chance to be in the book, as many of you have never commented, never told me your sexual fantasies in the blog, and those that have may well want to submit something else, something new. You're guaranteed complete anonymity, no names (other than invented ones) will be attached to any of the material in the book.

So here's what I'd like you to do. Send me your sexual fantasies and experiences, tell me what turns you on, tell me about things you've done that have stayed with you, that have been sexually intense. They can be about anything you like - straight sex, romantic sex, threesomes, foursomes, experiences with other girls, experiences on the internet, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anything at all - if it's something you've either done or fantasised about, then it has a place in the collection. Fantasies can feature me if that excites you, or they can simply be experiences you've had, or experiences you'd like to have, things you dream or fantasise about. The guidelines are very open, and your submissions can be as explicit as you please. It's not necessary to be good at writing, and submissions can be as long or as short as you please - anything from a couple of brief sentences to a few pages, whatever you want to write is fine by me. I'd encourage you to allow yourself to be aroused by what you write - this is all about what excites you, so it's safe to say that pretty much everyone else will be masturbating as they write - it's totally okay for you to do the same.

I'll be aiming to include absolutely everything I'm sent, I'm not going to pick and choose, so if you send me something, it's almost certain it'll be included in the book. These fantasies or experiences can be as tame or as wild as you please, and nothing is off limits (though I'm not going to include anything you did whilst young, so please steer clear of first experiences or things you did whilst still at school - I want to concentrate on adult experiences and fantasies, for obvious reasons).

My apologies to my very small number of male readers (whom I think I can count on one hand lol), as this collection is intended to reflect what women want, not what men want.

Please send your contributions to me at my usual email address: dirtyboy1uk@aol.com

If you're not sure if something is suitable, feel free to ask me. I'd like to be able to have this collection put together over the course of this month, so ideally I'd ask you to consider July 31st as the deadline for submissions - though if I'm not finished with it by then, I'll extend the deadline - let me know if you're going to need time, I'll be able to accommodate you, as there's no mad rush for this to be published right away, and it may well take me some time to compile.

I hope you're as excited and intrigued by this idea as I am! This could be the best book you've ever bought your partner as a gift ;)

Very much looking forward to what you'll send me, and I'll keep you all updated in here as work progresses.

roger xx

Note: Having received a couple of emails showing concern about this, I've decided I won't be using anything that's been sent to me privately, for my own pleasure. I'll only be using material specifically sent to me for this project, or fantasies and comments that already exist on the blog, and all will be attributed to invented names. If you've sent me anything in the past that you would like me to include, please let me know, and I'll happily include it in the collection - but if you don't contact me, I'll assume you'd rather that what you've sent to me be kept private, as always.

One other thing - if you're shy and don't even want to email me, and want to remain completely anonymous with your submissions, write your submission as an anonymous comment, and tell me in that comment that you don't want me to publish it onto the blog. That way, even I won't know who you are, and no-one but me will see what you've written.

r xx

Sophie in Hollywood 3:3 - Sophie makes a movie

The conversation in the apartments went particularly well. Although still a little star struck, Sophie found Josephine to be relaxing, engaging, flirtatious company. She was also, very clearly, no stranger to the attractions of another woman, and was just as clearly interested in enjoying Sophie rather intimately. Sophie, however, kept their flirtation to a low level - the invitation to Josephine’s apartments had quite obviously been an invitation into her bed, but Sophie explained to her that this film was intended to be something very special. She wanted the film to record her first time with Josephine, wanted Uncle James to be able to witness that intimacy, that discovery, as though he were right there with them. Making love to Josephine before they began the film seemed somehow wrong - Sophie didn’t want to cheat him of the thrill of that first time.

And so they reached an agreement. A certain amount of money was exchanged. Josephine was at first reluctant to take any payment for what was, after all, just one scene, in which no lines would need to be learned, and which would undoubtedly be intensely pleasurable for them both. It made her feel, she commented wryly, something of a whore. Sophie reassured her that this was not at all her intent, but insisted on the payment, stating firmly that an artist of Josephine’s stature should never be expected to work for free. The deal was sealed with a soft, intimate kiss, though they went no further. Sophie told her that she would be in touch in the next couple of days, once Van Dyke had arranged the availability of a small studio space, and had secured the necessary equipment and furnishings.

And so all was arranged. Van Dyke gave them both the address of a studio, which turned out to be a little used warehouse on the edge of the Paramount lot, a little out of the way, not too frequented by other staff. A sign on the door as Sophie arrived in her taxi made it clear that this was to be a closed set, with no unauthorised persons permitted entrance. There was, however, no-one on the door to enforce this rule - Sophie wondered what would happen if they were discovered - would she find herself splashed all over the cover of Variety, as the latest Hollywood scandal? The idea amused her.

The interior of the small studio was quiet and mostly dark, Van Dyke there to greet her, stood next to a huge camera, a large, luxurious bed softly lit behind the camera, various lights and long overhead microphones pointed towards the opulently bedecked bed. Pillows and sheets of silk and velvet were draped on the bed, a backdrop of velvet curtains completing the scene - it was a picture of decadence, and Sophie very much approved. Two further cameras also looked towards the bed, though Van Dyke appeared to be alone. He explained that they had used this same set-up for another movie earlier in the day (though for nothing quite so disgraceful as Sophie intended), and he’d paid the technicians a little extra to leave everything switched on. None of them questioned this, of course - this wasn’t the first time Van Dyke has shot such a movie for his ‘special’ clientele.

As Van Dyke busied himself with the cameras, ensuring that everything was ready for the scene to unfold, Sophie saw Josephine arrive, looking glamorous in a long black silk dress, clinging to her every curve. Sophie had made a point of wearing the same dress that she had worn the day Uncle James had fucked her - the dress he had bought for her. She knew the sight of her in that dress alone would arouse him, and help to prepare him for the pleasures to come.

Kissing Josephine gently on the cheek, Sophie took her hand and turned to Van Dyke. “We’re ready whenever you are,” she smiled. “Are you done with your preparations?”

“I think so,” he replied. “Do the two of you need any time alone, or should I begin filming you straight away?”

“I’d like you to capture everything,” Sophie replied, stroking Josephine’s fingers softly. “Capture as much as you can, from whichever of these cameras you choose. We can trust you to edit it afterwards into something James will enjoy?”

“Absolutely,” Van Dyke smiled. “I know his tastes pretty well. Are you comfortable with my filming whatever I please?”

“Yes,” Sophie replied, feeling Josephine’s fingers caressing her own. Already she could feel herself becoming wet, anticipating the pleasure to come. “You can film whatever you please. However, I must insist that you remain the voyeur, you are only permitted to watch, not to take part. Is that understood?”

“Of course,” Van Dyke replied. “Pay no attention to me, I’ll be letting the two of you simply indulge yourself whatever way you like. And I’ll keep my hands to myself, as agreed.”

“Then I think we should begin,” Sophie smiled. Van Dyke returned the smile, moving behind the cameras as the film began to roll…

Much more to follow…

Sophie in Hollywood 3:2 - Sophie makes a movie

Van Dyke’s parties were always extravagant, and very much the place to be seen, filled with movie stars, those who wanted to be movie stars, and those who simply wanted to be somewhere close to where the movie stars were gathering. Sophie wasn’t a big fan of the movies, travelling far too frequently to be up to date on who was who, or who was currently having an affair with whom. Her knowledge of the latest stars was shaky at best, but she smiled and nodded to all the right people, pretending to listen attentively when Van Dyke pointed out a celebrity or two. She did, however, know Josephine very well, and was delighted when Van Dyke introduced them to each other, giving them both a secret smile and a subtle nod.

Josephine had danced many times in Paris in the 1920s, often at the Theatre des Champs-Elysees and the Folies Bergere, and had been very much the toast of the city during Sophie‘s younger years, performing decadently erotic dance routines for the rich and well to do. Uncle James had treated Sophie to a visit to the theatre to see Josephine dance on more than one occasion, and they had both been dazzled by the spectacle they were provided. It was only now beginning to dawn on Sophie just why her Uncle James had provided her with such treats. The performances were invariably arousing, and Sophie could still remember how it had made her feel watching Josephine on the stage, so provocative and abandoned. Sophie had felt her first stirrings of lust for her fellow sex during those performances, watching Josephine move and twirl and tumble and writhe to the exotic rhythms of the music, her movements sensuous and daring. The shows always left Sophie delightfully stirred, encouraging her mind to wander, to wonder what it would be like to touch such a woman, to caress her soft skin intimately. The more Josephine discarded her clothes, disrobing as she danced until all but naked, the more Sophie felt the need to touch her, to surrender to her sexually. She would invariably leave the performances delightfully wet, aching deliciously between her thighs, but when asked how much she had enjoyed the dances afterwards by Uncle James, she would simply smile and brush away the question as though it had affected her little. It was no wonder that James had constantly fantasised about Sophie - clearly these fantasies had been developing for some time, nurtured by such events.

And now here Josephine was, still only 29 years old, looking stunning in a flimsy shoulderless ball gown, the back of the dress notable for its complete absence. Josephine was clearly still something of an exhibitionist. The two of them hit it off straight away - although American, Josephine spoke French effortlessly and fluently, and her manner was flirtatious and wry.

It also became clear to Sophie very quickly that she was being seduced. She wasn’t accustomed to such a position, generally preferring to be the one initiating such situations, but it was difficult for her not to fall under Josephine’s seductive spell. Technically, of course, Sophie had succumbed to her advances some years before, if only in her fantasies, late at night, alone in her bed, crying out in intense orgasm as she imagined Josephine‘s fingers exploring her urgently.

It was obvious that Van Dyke had set up this encounter. He knew that Sophie had yet to choose a partner for her movie scene, and clearly he considered Josephine to be the ideal choice. Van Dyke’s desires held little interest for Sophie, however. She wasn’t doing this for the director, she was doing it for her Uncle James - the performance was to be for his pleasure and delight alone. The more she talked to Josephine, the pair relaxing on a couch in a quiet corner of the party, Sophie beguiled by her still, the more she realised how perfect this would be. Sophie and Josephine, together, making each other come for Uncle James, over and over and over again… Sophie couldn’t imagine a better gift for him.

As their talk became more intimate, meaningful glances exchanged in as subtle a fashion as they could muster, Josephine moved the conversation towards the film that Sophie wished to make. She confessed that Van Dyke had mentioned a certain intimate project to her, the director indicating Sophie to her after introducing the notion, and Josephine had been sufficiently intrigued by the idea to want to talk to Sophie and discover her intentions. That she was attracted to Sophie was, of course, an obvious bonus. Their conversation had become intimate enough after a few drinks for Sophie to simply come straight to the point about what she intended to do: a gift for a dear friend and lover, sensual and provocative, intensely sexual, filmed in exquisite detail, Sophie owning the only copy of the film. Josephine considered the suggestion, smiling and thinking for a few moments.

“I‘m certainly intrigued,” she began. “Perhaps if we were to discuss this somewhere a little more private, we could come to a mutual arrangement.”

“I’d like that very much,” Sophie smiled, and with that, they made their excuses and left the party, hailing a taxi, heading for Josephine’s apartments.

More to follow…

Sophie in Hollywood 3:1 - Sophie makes a movie

Here we go with the start of the third chapter of the latest Sophie adventure, set in Hollywood in 1935. Just in case you've never tried a Sophie story before, here's a very quick catch-up for you of what you need to know:

The Artist: our unnamed usual narrator of the stories (though not of this particular one), the Artist is Sophie's travelling companion and lover. The Artist has settled into a life of decadence and debauchery with Sophie in the cafe society of 1935 Paris. He is currently enjoying a leisurely vacation with her, which began with a week in London, and now continues on to Hollywood.

Sophie: our fabulous heroine, Sophie is the wealthy owner of the glamorous Cafe du Sour in Paris. Stunningly beautiful, both exhibitionist and voyeur, dominatrix and submissive, enthusiastically bisexual, Sophie is a study in contrasts and always unpredictable. A restless traveller, she has formed a steady attachment with the Artist, whilst still slipping away secretly for an experience or two of her own when the fancy takes her. Following an unexpectedly intense sexual liaison with old family friend James (whom she refers to affectionately as 'Uncle James'), Sophie and the artist continue on their vacation.

Anything else you need to know will come naturally in the story, so hold on tight - as usual, there'll be a slow build to the main action, so don't expect a lot of sex in this first part. It'll become more intense as we go along, as I'm sure you know by now ;)

Welcome back to Sophie's world... ;)

roger xx


Sophie had decided to make a film. This wasn’t a random decision: the notion had been at the forefront of her mind since arriving in Los Angeles, and had been the main reason for her trip. This wasn’t, however, something she had been able to share with the Artist, as the film was to be a gift for her Uncle James, a collector of movies of ‘certain tastes’. Ever since the experience with her Uncle in his private little movie theatre, tucked away in a wing of his large house, Sophie had determined that she wanted to make him a film herself, something that would remind him of her, that would allow him to release his passion for her when she was unable to visit him.

You may recall, dear reader, of Sophie’s discovery of her Uncle James’s lusts (in the previous story ‘Sophie and the Film Collector’). Whilst this event proved to be of intense mutual satisfaction to both of them, Uncle James had afterwards clearly felt uncomfortable with what he had done, considering that he had perhaps betrayed his darling young Sophie, allowing his lust to drive him to deeds he might otherwise never have displayed to her. He’d been unable to decide whether their urgent coupling in the movie theatre had been a good or a bad thing, and this indecisiveness had led to him becoming more remote, worried that she would think the worse of him.

On the contrary, Sophie had enjoyed the tryst immensely. Whilst still defiantly dominant sexually, Uncle James had opened up to her the notion of being taken, of being used, and whilst she had no wish to pursue these interests elsewhere, she knew that she would always be happy to be Uncle James’s little girl, to be a slut for him, should he desire. For Sophie, it was all a matter of context.

Given that Uncle James was clearly wondering if he had made a mistake behaving in the manner in which he had, Sophie had decided to present him with a gift, something that would make her feelings on the matter implicit. She wanted him to be in no doubt that she had enjoyed their passion, that she held no disapproval for his chosen hobby, and that she was happy to encourage him and to continue where they had left off.

Her solution to this problem was clear and obvious to her - make him another film for his collection, one in which she was the star.

She wanted the film to be a surprise, of course, so this had necessitated a certain amount of deviousness on Sophie’s part. She had arranged the holiday at Uncle James’s Hollywood retreat, taking along the Artist, Henri and Kathryn to legitimise the trip (and to add a little fun to the proceedings, of course), and had secured from Uncle James a few of his contacts in the industry, which (she had told him) was so that she could look into investing some of her money into a studio or two. This wasn’t, of course, Sophie’s real motive at all. A few conversations with the right people over the course of the week, mentioning Uncle James’s name and alluding to her knowledge of the film clips he had purchased from them, had led Sophie to a particular director, whom she knew could be trusted to help her make her own private movie. A certain amount of money changed hands, securing the discreet services of the director and a cameraman, with assurances that Sophie would retain the only copy of the film in question.

All that was needed now was for Sophie to find a partner to join her in the movie.

Knowing Uncle James’s tastes, Sophie had already decided that she would be looking for another girl to join her. She guessed that he would have no desire to see her being taken by another man, but that seeing her with a woman would undoubtedly inflame his senses delightfully. She had briefly considered asking Kathryn, but assumed that Kathryn would be unwilling to do anything without Henri also present, and she couldn’t be certain of their discretion with regards to the Artist. Whilst Sophie was never especially comfortable keeping things from her lover, her relationship with Uncle James was something she knew James would want to be kept discreet and confidential, and she was happy to respect his wishes.

And so it was that Sophie decided to find herself another girl. It hadn’t been especially difficult. Los Angeles was filled with pretty young things wanting to get into the movie business, and the casting couch was a phenomenon which even then was rife in Hollywood. Over her days there, lazily exploring the local cafes and restaurants, Sophie had found herself attracted to a small number of waitresses and bar girls, all eager to make a break into Hollywood, doing what they had to in order to pay their way. Narrowing her choices down with polite, sometimes slightly indiscreet conversations, mentioning the name of the director who would be filming their escapades, she was met with many eager responses, but quickly rejected them all, concerned that she would be doing them a disservice.

Until she attended a party hosted by her new director, and was introduced to Josephine...

More to follow…