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By Rachel Stokoe Senior Editor, Penthouse on-line

So, are they real?

It is the question I am asked most consistently as senior editor of Penthouse on-line.

What is it about the Forum Letters that have such a pull on our collective imagination? They were an instant phenomenon after first appearing on the pages of Penthouse over thirty years ago. It was the first time a well-respected, mainstream publication gave readers the opportunity to write freely and candidly about their sex lives.

Now, these letters are part of our public lexicon. Indeed, their popularity shows no sign of abating. Every month Penthouse magazine and its web site are flooded with letters, all brimming with exciting encounters. No other magazine has had so many people willing to share their most intimate moments with an international audience.

For me, the most rewarding aspect of reading through the letters we receive is seeing how many come from other women. More so than men, women feel the weight of societal taboos surrounding sexuality, and are often too shy to share our private moments with even the closest of friends. Each letter teaches me something about the woman who wrote it, and about myself. They are unfettered explorations of passion, free and honest discussions that are so sorely missing in our everyday interactions.

The letters here represent the wide range of women who write. These women are from all walks of life and are all ages. Each account is colored by the writers individuality: Each captivates us with a face, and an identity. The one thing they all have in common is an erotic openness.

Their recounts run the gamut, and reveal just what women get up to behind closed doors (or even out in public!). From ones first time to ones sexual reawakening years later, from threesomes to lesbian encounters, from illicit meetings to wedding nights, these confessions reveal just how all-encompassing female sexuality is. Each describes a life-transforming moment, when passion and reality collide, when a sexual tingle becomes earth-shattering.

Freud famously posed the question: What does a woman want? The stories collected here are clearly marked by the feminine voice, and offer readers a window into the female psyche, completely uncensored by external pressures. The women, in the security of the anonymity, lay bare more about their lusts and appetites than they would to a therapist. And, if their rendezvous are any indication, a womans wants are not so dissimilar to a mans.

Penthouse Forum is truly a celebration of sexuality. The letters it contains represent that magical moment when fantasy becomes reality. These letters focus on the feminine perspective. For women, they provide a context within which to place their own experiences. For men, they give a rare glimpse of womens most private moments. For both, they offer the thrill and delight that is Penthouse Forum.

I his year being my first away from home, I never imagined moving into an apartment building near someone like Donald. As soon as I saw him, I could feel my animal-like desire pushing toward the surface. Several days later, I saw him again, and I knew I couldnt hold back. I wanted to uncover the bulge that I had been dreaming about.

I felt my pussy tingling with excitement and wanted to have his cock pounding deep inside me. My imagination was driving me wild. I was getting wetter and wetter, thinking about his throbbing unit fucking me like an animal. We went out that night, but it ended with only a little childish foreplay. I needed more than that. I needed to be fucked-fucked like a beast.

About a month into our relationship, we began talking about anal sex, which I found repulsive and inhuman. But if he wanted to try it, I would do it for his pleasure. I wanted him in me, but needed to be teased. My nipples were rock-hard, and he wasnt gonna let that stop. He licked, nibbled, and sucked until my cunt was begging him to touch it. He roughly threw me on my back and put his hard cock directly on my slit, driving me almost to an orgasm. Rotating his hips and stimulating my clit, he caused me to quiver with excitement. I needed him in me. Finally, he drove the head, then the shaft, deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, which was wanting some attention, also. Almost instantly, I had an orgasm, thrusting and rotating.

I stopped and threw him on his back. Now I was in control. I placed the head of his rock-hard dick into my dripping cunt, teasing him until I could no longer stand it. I pounded away until I felt the intense quiver of an orgasm coming on. My pussy cried out for more, but I still craved the dual teasing that kept us both enthralled. I stopped and began rotating my hips until I felt his dick on my G-spot. I needed to feed my hungry pussy with his cock, but I didnt want to be selfish. My mind wandered to our earlier conversation on anal sex.

I needed to make him happy, drive him crazy. I removed his hot throbbing rod and gently placed it next to my ass. Teasing him, I spread my cheeks apart and put the tip of his dick in. Getting excited, I slowly eased down, yelping with pleasure and excitement. Donald didnt know what to think. Feeling him throbbing inside my ass made my pussy drip. I wanted him in both holes at once. Thankfully, he began fingering my clit, which caused an almost spontaneous orgasm. I bounced wildly on his dick, carefully watching every expression on his face. Closing his eyes, he moaned louder and louder, causing me to come again. This time was more intense than any other.

We showered and cleaned up. I still needed him in my pussy, and I knew that he wanted it there. I placed his luscious prick in my hot, wet cunt. He came almost immediately, as did I. Our bodies cried for each other. Since that night, we havent tried it again, but my mind is constantly next door, in his room, wondering if we ever will. God, I hope so.

J. I., Illinois

I am a college student, and last year a few friends and I decided to rent a house together. I arrived at the house a few weeks before school began, expecting to be the first there, so that I could move in more easily. To my surprise, I found one of my roommates, Peter, already there. After he helped me carry my boxes into the house, he gave me the grand tour. We noticed that parts of the house needed some new paint, so we decided not to waste any time.

On the way to the hardware store, he couldnt stop staring at my 38D breasts, and I couldnt help but notice the large bulge growing in his cutoffs. Just watching him change the gears was making me wetter by the second. By the time we got back to the house, I was so horny I was about to burst. But I didnt think I should start off my relationship with my new room-mate with sex.

I went to my bedroom and changed into a baggy white T-shirt and cutoffs. When I got back to the living room, Peter had already covered the floor with news papers and begun to paint. I admired his beautiful, muscular back, but I knew I had to control myself so I picked up a paint brush and began on the opposite wall.

After a few minutes, I felt his strong hands from behind me, sliding around my hips and up my shirt. By the time he found my breasts, my nipples were already rock-hard, so he let his hands roam down into my shorts where he found my dripping-wet pussy. He slid his finger into my warm slit, and the instant he touched my clitoris I exploded in orgasm and drenched his hand.

He turned me around and pressed me up against the wall (into wet paint), where he gave me the hardest kiss I had ever had. Then he pulled off my shirt and sucked my nipples until my pussy began to ache for his hard cock. He slowly moved down, dropped my shorts to the floor, and began flicking his masterful tongue in and out of my pulsating cunt until I came again.