As an unmarried 40-year-old woman devoted to (some friends and most of my relatives, my mother especially, would say “obsessed with”) my career, I have precious little time for sexual pleasure.

But that’s not to say I don’t appreciate a good fuck and an orgasm that leaves me weak and breathless. I treasure memories of long weekends, few though they’ve been, when a male friend and I have gone total off to some romantic spot where our relaxation was interrupted only by our vigorous coupling.

Working twelve hours a day five and often six days a week doesn’t exactly there stimulate a woman’s libido yet are times when I get horny as hell. But I’m in no condition to go out when I finally leave the office even if I know that drinks with an attractive guy will lead to me getting my erotic itch scratched. Happily, there is an alternative, and as I drag myself home, I think of the delicious bubble bath I’ll be slipping into and try to decide who among my small but exceedingly talented group of fantasy lovers will satisfy me that night.

Will it be Jacques, my wickedly wonderful Frenchman, charm oozing from every pore as he seduces me? Will I conjure up Brett, my rugged park ranger, with whom I’ll make passionate love in a leafy glade? Or will it be Hans, that decidedly devilish bearded industrialist who summons me to his magnificent estate for an evening of kinky pleasure?

More often than not it is Kirk, ever so dashing and desirable in his tuxedo, whom I summon from my court of admirers. Kirk is the most romantic of my imaginary lovers, the most worldly, his joy in pleasing me equal to the skill he brings to the task. We have traveled extensively, he and I, making love in many exotic locales. Kirk has pleasured me on the Orient Express, in a cozy chateau in Switzerland, in a wildlife preserve in Africa, in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and under a canopy of stately evergreens in a tropical rain forest.

Usually, though, we can be found in his magnificent Victorian home, dancing cheek to cheek in the ballroom to music that seems to caress my soul. I have been wined and dined in the most elegant of restaurants, gifted with a precious stone, showered with affection, the evening exquisitely orchestrated by my dream lover so as to be foreplay itself, an artful stroking of all my senses leading up to this, the grand finale.

The music stops and my head lifts from Kirk’s shoulder so I can once again bask in the warmth of his smile. He is tall and lean, with rough-hewn features and long, curly brown hair that suggests a rugged outdoorsman. His brown eyes are full of love as he pulls me to him, planting his lips on mine. I all but swoon in his strong embrace, and his kiss, sensuous and demanding, leaves me breathless.

Kirk scoops me up in his arms and carries me up the long circular staircase to the master bedroom. Once there, he puts me on my feet and begins removing my white satin gown. Patiently, confidently, he bares my body, removing my shoes, stockings, garter belt and bra to leave me stand­ing before him in only my flimsy panties. I gasp when he places his hand on my flat stomach and then shudder when he slips that hand down inside my panties to cup my pussy. In a voice thickened by desire, he expresses pleasure at my wetness, one finger slipping between the folds of my sex to stir, as it were, the juices flowing so freely from me.

He finds my clit, taps it gently, and I have to hold tight to him to keep from falling down. “Please,” I say softly, “don’t tease me. I need you so much.” Kirk removes his hand from inside my soaked underpants and then gently lays me down on the queen-size bed. Savoring the feel of the burgundy satin sheets, I watch my fantasy lover undress. I spread my legs and idly stroke my pussy through my panties as I await the sight of his magnificent cock. And there it is, finally, a beautiful pole of pulsating flesh jutting proudly, defiantly from his loins. I whimper in anticipation of its taste and feel.

Kirk moves gracefully onto the bed and between my legs. He teases me anew by munching on my pussy through my panties and then, at my urging, rids me of the annoying obstacle to pleasure. He slips a pillow under my hips as I lift them for him.

This elevates my pussy a bit, as if it has been offered up for his pleasure. It is, Kirk says, like placing a fine jewel on a bed of velvet.

In a comfortable sprawl between my spread legs, he commences his feast, his tongue snaking out from between his lips to begin a serpentine crawl up, down and all around my pussy. I mewl with pleasure as his tongue slips inside me to play among the folds of my aroused sex. A cry of delight bursts from my throat when that tantalizing tongue finds my clit and caresses it lovingly.

I place my hands on my breasts and squeeze as I start squirming on the bed, Kirk’s oral expertise driving me ever closer to orgasm. At times he likes to tease me, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm and then backing off, repeating this exquisite torture until I beg him to finish me. But this time he doesn’t make me wait. He continues to lick and suck my sex, with frequent detours to my clit, until I go over the edge, my hips arching off the bed and a moan of pure pleasure exploding from my throat as I climax.

Moving up onto his knees, he watches with a smile on his handsome face as I come back down to earth. I smile up at him and then lower my eyes to his cock, so majestic in its erect state, so inviting. I get up on my knees so that I am facing him and then place my lips on his, tasting my juices as we kiss. His hands glide down my back to rest on my buttocks. He squeezes the taut half-moons of flesh and then pulls them apart. Immediately I’m reminded of the night he took me back there, and how deliciously stuffed I felt with his big cock sawing in and out of my back passage.

Breaking our kiss, I start licking my way down Kirk’s chest, pausing to nibble on his nipples and swab them with my tongue before moving on. My tongue trails down his flat stomach, dips into his navel and then disappears in a nest of curly brown hairs. I am now in a low crouch with my ass sticking up in the air as I inhale the musky aroma of my fantasy lover’s crotch. It is an uncomfortable position and Kirk thoughtfully suggests a different one.

No sooner is he on his back, his cock pointing toward the ceiling, than I swoop down on him. I lick up one side of his cock and down the other, then trail my tongue over the sensitive underside until I am at the bulbous head, which I lave lovingly. I am tempted to tease Kirk, to postpone, for a little while, taking him in my mouth, but my hunger for his cock will not permit me this devilish aside. So I encircle the head with my lips and then slide down the shaft, taking all but an inch or so of tasty cock in my mouth before sliding back up to the head and beginning my journey anew.

As always, the taste of my fantasy lover’s cock, the throbbing fullness of it in my pussy. I hear Kirk moan and I know that the sight of me naked and crouched between his legs, and discover that not surprisingly, my pussy is soaking wet. I slip two fingers in my hole and then take my arm out from under myself and stretch it toward Kirk, gooey fingers extended. He lifts his head to take the fingers in his mouth as I continue sucking his cock.

Do I want him to come in my mouth? I consider it, knowing the pleasure it would give him to watch me gulp down his creamy ejaculate and then lick his cock clean. But my pussy is demanding immediate attention, and so I finally take Kirk’s now glistening organ from my mouth and roll into position on my back. Drawing my legs up and splaying my knees, I beg my fantasy lover for his cock.

Seeing the lust in my face, Kirk wastes no time. Smoothly, effortlessly, he mounts me, his pulsing member sliding all the way inside my slick pussy in one delicious stroke. I moan when penetrated, happy that my pussy is filled at last. Kirk quickly establishes a nice, even rhythm, his cock sawing in and out of my pussy as I bring my legs up and rest my heels on his buttocks.

My fantasy lover is fucking me with authority, going as deep as possible with each solid, no-nonsense thrust, his cock a fleshy cudgel as it pounds my pussy.

I am beyond the pale now, oblivious to all save the beauty of this vigorous fucking. I whimper as I feel my orgasm begin, and Kirk, recognizing the sound, drives me over the edge with a final flurry of jarring thrusts, spilling his seed on the last one. With his cock pulsing inside me, semen gushing into my pussy, I come with an animal-like cry of sheer joy, my arms as well as my legs now wrapped fiercely around my fantasy lover’s body. I hold him close as together we come down from our high.