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already got my cock in my hand when I realized I wasn’t alone: Crouched against the wall was a pretty girl, aged about nineteen, pissing. I was no gentleman on that occasion: I stared transfixed at the sight of panties down, garters, pubic hair and urine, my cock getting fatter every second. She looked at me and said, “Enjoying your fucking self?” I said nothing, but I watched while she pulled her pants up and moved off, trying to look dignified. As she reached the street, she turned round and said loudly, “Fuck off.” Two friends were waiting for her; I heard their merry laughter.
    This incident has many elements I’ve used in masturbating fantasies since: underclothing, peeing, and using what was then definitely taboo language.
    My fantasies are of three kinds: seeing, conversations, and action.
    My sight fantasy has had the same decor for as long as I can remember – a wooded area near a stream, with a grassy bank. Three teen-age girls sit down on the grass. I am watching from behind a tree on the other side of the stream. I very rarely make contact with them, but I watch and listen. Sometimes they take off their stockings or discuss ways of keeping stockings up. One, for example, may be wearing a garter belt, and another separate garters. Sometimes one or more of them pees. Once or twice I have “witnessed” mild lesbianism.
    Sometimes they masturbate! Sometimes they talk about sex, sometimes they use lewd language. Sometimes they see me; I’m masturbating or peeing. They sit quietly, watching me intently like birdwatchers. Sometimes one of them will call me over. If so, the fantasy becomes type two: conversation.
    We talk about what I have seen. They are a bit embarrassed, but not for long. They continue their uninhibited strip-Nancy Friday
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    ping or talking, sometimes asking my opinion. Curiously, though they might talk about sex, they take no notice of my cock, which I’m playing with all the time we talk; and we never fuck.
    Conversation fantasies betray my fascination with the liberation scene. I find myself talking to young women about their decisions to screw freely, to use “unladylike” language, etc. Are they self-conscious?
    Action fantasies are wilder. I go into a store and tell the young lady I want to buy a cunt. “What size?” “You’ll have to measure me.” I lay my prick on the counter. She calls her friend, who looks at it and says, “I’ve got just the right cunt for you, please come this way.” We go into a changing booth.
    She slips her skirt off, she has no panties on, just stockings and a garter belt. My mental screen is then filled with the sight of a cunt. Then I fuck. Images of shocking the bour-geois are quite common. Standing on a crowded underground train with my cock out. A girl facing me undoes her coat. No skirt, no panties. We kiss, gently masturbating each other.
    Or I’m in a park with a girl. Sometimes we lie on the grass, and I play with her clitoris. Passersby notice but don’t comment. Or she deliberately provokes people, peeing behind a bush (visibly), or saying in a loud voice, “I’m hot, I’m going to take my fucking knickers off.”
    Near to climax, I do think of fucking. Nothing very precise, just the sensation of plunging into a vagina and ejaculat-ing. That is pure pleasure.
    HARRY

    At forty-six and a half years of age, I suppose I fantasize more than many men, but then, I have been doing it practically all my life, even before I knew what sex was all about.
    Back when I could not understand why my little thingy got hard (at about the age of five) I had fantasies.

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    The anonymity you guarantee is necessary because I work for a real puritan-type man (although he is of a religion with a history of some sexual freedom) who would really fix my wagon if he knew the things about me which I shall tell you. I am also in the military and the powers that be in Washington would get me, too.
    I remember trying to look up women’s and