Sex… and fantasies: that’s what this book is all about. Sexual fantasies submitted anonymously, collected by none other than Gillian Anderson. It’s usually not interesting to see what the famous do beyond the things they are famous for. I find this choice quite interesting.

The book is precisely what it says it is: sexual fantasies, from vague and graphically detailed. They’re sorted into categories with a brief introduction to each section. The style varies wildly, of course, since it’s submissions from many different women. Some really beautiful writing in there.

We hold hands walking down the street, but in bed we face apart. Not from anger, but from tiredness. From contentment. Resignation. I’m resigned to a life of contentment. A happy life. No desires. Just conformity.

Feeling so unique and hearing it from another person makes me feel desirable for exactly who I am, all insecurities aside.

one of the first of those that I got after my husband died felt almost like a body blow, in that it brought home to me that I wouldn’t be enjoying the full-body, passionate hugs I once got for a while, if not ever.