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For Todd, my love
Introduction: La Dolce Vita
La dolce vitaliterally the sweet life in Italianhas come to represent a life filled with many pleasures. In Federico Fellinis film of the same name, Marcello Mastroianni plays a gossip columnist forever idealizing that which is out of reach: a life of rich pleasures belonging to seemingly everyone but him.
Who hasnt fantasized about living the sweet lifeor yearned for a life filled with pleasure and satisfaction? We, too, are always searching for that spark of excitement in lifeand when it comes to sex, we want that spark to ignite fires.
Between these covers, you will meet many couples who have embraced the sweet life as more than a lovely phrase. They have made their fantasies into realityeven if only for a delicious moment. Some of these fantasies will be delightfully familiar while others emerge as new and inviting. Each offers up a taste of forbidden need, finally unleashed.
These stories are addictive, hot little reads. Girlfriends and wives try on schoolgirl outfits and strap-ons to discover what theyve been missing. Boyfriends and husbands become doctors, headmasters, daddiesor simply do as theyre told and emerge more satisfied than ever. Lovers confess dark desires and inspire their partners to act on them; sweethearts scheme and take the upper hand. Couples add a woman, a man, or both to their already hot sexual encounters. Passion consistently takes precedent over taboo. There is nothing these lovers wont try for each other, and its all here in twenty-one expertly crafted, arousingly explicit tales.
The lucky characters in the stories in Sweet Life bring their forbidden fantasies into reality in any number of ingenious ways. In some instances, the couple has made a deal: a fantasy for a fantasy. In others, both parties have made a list of their hottest wishes, in order from one to ten, and they greedily start at the top. Others find that one of the pair is a little more gutsy that the other, engaging in subterfuge to make their loversand their owndreams come true in encounters of sticky, breathless success. There are nervous, sweaty, and gratifying first-time threesomes and sex parties. More than a few encounters include power exchange, including a spellbinding spanking scenario, sizzling role-playing and delicious role-reversals. Quite a few of these women strap it on and give it to their guys in charged scenes that practically burn the print off the page. And some outrageous encounters develop spontaneouslyeven by accident.
I discovered, as I was assembling this collection, that I, too, yearned to find arousing stories that reflected my preferences yet shattered the mold. As I read the stories in this book, I realized that I was one of the folks in relationships who got hot thinking about sexual experimentation, wanted the thrill of the new , the tabooand to get off reading about it. Suddenly I found myself reading submissions for Sweet Life to my husband over an evening glass of wine, or leaving a story suggestively where he likes to drink his morning coffee. The book began to stand on its own, and the stories, it seemed, had many destinies.
The writers who contributed to Sweet Life are very hard workers and are seriously naughty for making these nice people do nasty things. Watch out for them. I owe a debt of thanks to my colleague, friend, and partner in crime, Thomas Roche, for advice given (often after the stroke of midnight). My gratitude goes to Felice Newman for support, for her wickedly dry humor, and for relishing an opportunity to take a chance. And to Frdrique Delacoste for being a sweetheartyour tireless work is appreciated. Thanks to Constance Claire for everlasting encouragement. And to my sweetheart, Todd, with whom I will share many moments of discovery.
May you find a life filled with many pleasures.
Violet Blue
Berkeley, California
September 2001
Playing Doctor
DANTE DAVIDSON
My fantasies are getting stranger, Katie began. Her voice was low, even though it was only the two of us in the room.
Tell me about them.
Im embarrassed, Jack, she said, before instantly correcting herself. I mean, Im embarrassedDoctor.
Nothing that the human mind produces should embarrass you, I assured her. There is a reason for everything, every thought, every desire.
This was a more poetic discourse than I usually gave, and Katie turned to look over at me for the first time since shed taken her position on the burgundy leather couch. I hoped that my blue eyes suggested only an endless reserve of calm and patience and none of the lust that flickered restlessly behind them. Yet lust was what I felt more than anything else. Katie is twenty-four, ten years my junior, but she appears even younger than that. She lay flat on her back, her slender body held rigid, and my eyes lingered over her fine, honey-colored hair, her pert breasts, and the line of her long, bare legs seen through the split of her front-buttoned skirt.
Im such a bad girl, Doctor, she said, and her breath caught in her throat. I loved the way those words sounded in her sweet, lilting voice. I wanted to tell her that I knew exactly how bad she was, and I wanted to tell her how fucking hard it made me. But this was her show, and I let her take it at her own pace. Leaning back on the sofa, she explained, I have these twisted fantasies about going to private school.
You attended one? I asked, knowing the real answer, but wanting to hear where she was headed.
Yes, but these are made-up memories, none of these things actually happened to me. She paused, and I caught the fact that she was blushing. As I made a few hurried scratches on my note pad to give her time, I thought about how much I enjoyed playing games with her. Yet this particular game was going far beyond our normal doctor/naughty nurse or teacher/student routine. I had the feeling that Katie was really going to tell me a secret.
I was an average student in real life, rarely praisedshe paused before adding or punished. Then she was silent once more, as if listening to that word reverberating within our large living room, echoing off the bookshelves and the windows that look out over Manhattans richest quarter.
Punished? I asked her. Wed been circling around this for some time, and Id waited for her to reveal the all-consuming desire that I sensed lay at the core of our role-playing fantasies. Fantasies that we acted out, but never to the point of no return, never to the proper finish. When she looked over at me again, her face registered the fright of a young child caught in the act of stealing from the cookie jar, or a teenager sneaking into the house late only to confront the angry visage of a waiting father.
Go on, I said encouragingly. I prayed that she would be able to bring this secret to the surface, where we might both benefit from the revelation.
I have fantasies before I fall asleep each night, she said slowly, obviously determined this time to get the whole story out. I was thankful that she did not look over at me right then because it would have broken the atmosphere, the magic spell of our game. I was completely unable to hide the stirring of desire for her that I felt deep in my stomach. And lower.
I imagine that I am called into the headmasters office for some infraction. He asks me if I like being a bad girl.
