Breakfast table conversation can be mundane. Or not.
Linda and I were relatively new to each other. We had been dating for about three months, but this was only the third time she had stayed over. The first time, our third date, after an evening of dinner and a movie, I had joked, "How do you like your eggs in the morning?" It's a line and we both knew it, and we both knew the answer, which she gave with a laugh: "Unfertilized." So this morning I had been up early, both my usual custom and because I sleep better, and later, alone. She was half awake when I told her I'd have breakfast ready in about 20 minutes. I put on a pot of coffee, then made unfertilized scrambled eggs and toast.
She joined me in the kitchen shortly before I was ready to put food on the table. She looked even prettier this morning than she had last night, even with her hair something of a mess and her eyes a little bleary. She had the glow of a woman who had gotten laid well. She gave me a quick but sexy kiss with a little tongue and said, "Good morning, lover," then helped herself to the coffee as I finished cooking and put eggs on our plates next to the buttered toast. I already had my coffee, with cream and sugar. She put a little cream in hers.
"You have some interesting books," she began.
"Really? I think they're all interesting. That's why I bought them."
She chuckled at the obvious, then said, "In the shelf by the bed there's a book on women's sexual fantasies."
"Ah, that one. Yes, stimulating reading, to be sure. Have you read it?"
"No, but it might be fun to read some of them. I skimmed the sections, and some are pretty wild."
"Anything in particular catch your fancy?" We had had sex quite a few times but had not really discussed it much. We each knew how to please the other, what felt good and the like, but nothing further. Not that I had a particularly dark or kinky side to my sexuality, and I didn't think she did either, but you never know.
She replied, "Most women have a fantasy of two men at the same time."
"One cooking, one cleaning? Well, you have the one cooking but you're not going to get the one cleaning until later."
She laughed, knowing I had heard it before. Then she went on. "The idea of restraint has always been kind of interesting. And I think I could be a little bit of an exhibitionist, and maybe voyeur, too. There were a couple of other sections that looked interesting."
"Something to explore," I said. "Could be fun. Have you ever been to a nude beach? Gone skinny-dipping?"
"Skinny dipping at a friend's pool, just after I graduated high school, but only twice. It was just her and me. Way too much body modesty to go to a nude beach, especially alone. What about you?"
"I used to go to a nude beach occasionally when I was in grad school," I said. "It's pretty freeing."
"I bet you got some appreciative looks," she replied. We were both in our 30s but we both looked younger. I was still in top shape, and tanned easily.
She went on. "Then there was a section on rape fantasies. It's surprising how many women have them."
That was my cue. "Do you?"
"I have, from time to time, especially when I was younger. I don't know why. I never really wanted to be raped, especially not by the kinds of creeps you sometimes see getting arrested for it. But the fantasy has a certain appeal."
"So what was one of yours?"
"I'm in stocks, like you have your head and hands through, for punishment for some minor offense. It's for 24 hours, and I'm the only one this time. In the middle of the night a guy comes up, his face hidden, and gags me. Then he gets behind me, lifts my long skirt, takes down my knickers, and fingers me. Then he shoves his cock into my pussy. After a few minutes, he pulls out and cums by rubbing his cock on my ass. He wipes me with his hand, rearranges my clothing, takes out the gag, and runs off. I have no idea who he is. I don't even have a clue as to his build, so I could never identify him."
"Wow. That's wild."
"Yeah, isn't it? It's my fantasy, so he doesn't cum in me. I don't want to get pregnant but his cock felt good."
"You women have a strange relationship with sex. For us, it's external, something we do to someone else. It's internal for you, and women take all of the risks. You can get pregnant, die in childbirth, be abandoned with no help, and venereal diseases are worse for you. That's probably why rape is such a serious crime."
"Well, aren't you the analytical ray of sunshine this early in the morning," she said as she finished her eggs and took a sip of coffee. She smiled and gave me one of those "you're weird" looks. I get those a lot. This was one of the things she had said she liked about me, that I seemed to be able to think things through, often in a way that had a twist.
I smiled back and said, "Given all of that, which women know either consciously or subconsciously, why would a woman have a fantasy about being forced into sex?"
She got serious as she looked down at her empty plate for a moment, then said slowly, "Because we want sex, but we don't want responsibility for it. We don't want it to be our fault, especially when we're young and our parents have told us not to do it. I think some date rape happens that way. The girl wants it, but she doesn't want to want it. You know what I mean?" She looked up at me.
"I think so. The girl gets herself into a situation where the guy is very turned on, he's bigger than her, she has no place to run. And so she gives in. I'm sure it isn't always like that, probably not even most of the time, but yeah, that likely does happen."
I continued. "So is that one of your fantasies? Date rape? We could play that one out. Or were there any in the book that particularly turned you on?"
"I didn't have time to read, just look at section headings and skim. I didn't want to keep you waiting too long. But one was kind of hot and I skimmed a little of it."
