June and I have been dating for a couple of months. There's a lot of chemistry, the sex is passionate and dynamic, but June hasn't cum, and I want to get to the bottom of why. I've asked a few times, and she evades. This time, on a car ride home, I ask again. She's quiet, a little embarrassed. I ask gently, "How do you bring yourself to orgasm when you masturbate?"

"I create fantasies."

"What kind? What are they about?. If with other men, it's okay, you can tell me."

"Oh no, it's not fantasies of me and other men. They're about other people. I'm the watcher, the observer."

"Do you feel comfortable sharing a recent fantasy?"

"It's embarassing. I've never told anyone before. I've never been pinned down like this."

"But you're sexy and I want to bridge this gap. Nothing you're thinking of can be bad or would be a turn off. You don't need to hide what makes you tick."

"Okay then, here it goes.

I've been fantasizing about you and other women, and I do have a recent fantasy that's been getting me off. You know how I like dark disco music, and how I think it's sexy -- sweaty bodies, dark club dance floor. The current fantasy takes place there. You and I go together. You sit at the bar, and you watch me go on the dance floor and lose myself a bit -- dancing alone with eyes closed. At some point, you look away, and by the time you find me again, I'm now dancing with another woman. She and I are close, my ass against her. We're in sync to the beat. She puts her hands through my hair. She turns to face me and kisses me deeply. My breath is taken away. I look back to the bar and see you watching. I becon you to come out there with my finger.""

"You come to the dance floor and press your body behind mine. She is still facing me. Now the three of us are dancing in a sexy rhythm. The woman puts her hands on my hips. You put your hands half over hers and half onto my ass."

"The woman kisses me again and I squeeze out of the sandwich. I put a hand onto both your backs and press you together. She is enthusiatic. You are too. You dance together. I get behind her. I reach over her shoulders and pull your head towards her face. You kiss her."

"I move from behind her and take your hand and her hand and I lead you out of the club. There's an alley beside the building. Nobody talks because we're all of a single mind at this point. Everyone wants to touch more. I press her back against the brick wall and lift up her skirt a little bit and run my hand up her thigh. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes. I press my hand between her legs for a moment. She sighs. I take your hand and press yours where mine was. I put my hand on top of yours and press into yours. I start to slide our hands back and forth over her panties."

"I curl your fingertips inward and glide your hand back and forth over her panties. She moans. I ask her if she'd like more. She says yes. We push her panties to the side and feel her wet together. I move away and come to her side and while I caresse her breasts I whisper in her ear -- 'Do you want more?' 'Yes please.'"

"I move to unzip your pants and pull them down a little. I get behind you, reach around you and hold your cock. I move you towards her and place the head of your cock at her opening. I ask her if she still wants more, and she says 'Yes please.'"

"Then you thrust inside her in a single movement. You fuck her there."

Pause.

"Wow, that's something. I didn't expect that. What is it that you like about that?"

"I like to imagine how exciting it woudl be for you. That's what gets me off. Those are the kind of stories that I like."

"But don't you want to be fucked in your fantasies?"

"I can, but it's not the important piece. I need you to fuck somebody else, and I need to watch."