FANTASY #1
After school one day when the hallways are completely empty. No on but me and him banging up against the lockers.
FANTASY # 2
During lunch in the school cafeteria. Everyone stares in shock as we’re stripping off our clothes, knocking off food trays and turning over drinks.
FANTASY # 3
In a dance club. We eye each other from across the dance floor and make our way to each other through the crowd. The place is packed. Strobes are flashing and the music is pounding. Our bodies gyrate and dip to the rhythm. Hands begin to wander, lips begin to travel. Somehow, we isolate ourselves into a corner, his body pressing me up against a wall. He pumps into me, each thrust coinciding with the percussion of the music. My moans and screams are all drowned out.
FANTASY # 4
At night on the beach next to a campfire. The flames send a flicker of light and shadow across our faces. His hand softly caresses my cheek. Soft, sweet kisses touch my lips. I remove his shirt, he slips off mine. A loud rumble echoes throughout the night and the whole sky lights up. I feel a drop of rain on my forehead. And another. And another. Suddenly, it starts to pour. Half-dressed and completely drenched, we glance at each other and laugh hysterically. After a while, our gazes meet and we fall utterly silent. Our lips come together. We remove the rest of our clothing and…and then its happening. Right there. In the sand. Skin on skin. It continues to pour and the storm intensifies, but none of it matters.
FANTASY # 5
I take his hand and guide him along. As we arrive at the country club, he glances up and indicates to a sign.
“I thought the pool closed at ten?” he teases.
“Really?” I pull out a set of keys and dangle it in his face. “How interesting.” Leaning up, I give him a kiss. “Come on.” I take his hand again and I lead him in.
He looks around. “We have the place ALL to ourselves,” my voice echoes.
Pulling him close, I wrap my arms around his neck. He leans in and deeply kisses me. I break the kiss, smiling. “Mmmm, tasty.”
Flashing him a seductive smile, I saunter over to the diving board. “Wait, there,” I say, kicking off my flip flops. I remove my tank top and slowly slide off my jeans, revealing black lacey lingerie.
I feel his gaze on me, watching my every move. Loving the attention, I playfully smack my ass.
“You’re such a tease,” he jokes, eyes still roaming over my figure.
“Catch,” I call out as I toss him my clothes.
He grabs them out of the air. “You sure you won’t get fired for this?”
I dismiss the question with a wave of my hand. “Hardly.” I give him one of my famous innocent smiles. “They love me here.” Blowing him a kiss, I dive into the pool.
He takes a step back, avoiding the splash.
“The water’s fine,” I say as I surface. “Its perfect.”
He smiles. “I bet it is.”
“Well?” I turn over on my back and glide across the water.
“Well, what?”
“Well,” I reply, “are you gonna stand there or do you plan on joining me?”
“Wait, what was that?” he asks, pretending not to hear.
I crack a smile. “You heard me.”
“Heard what? Huh?”
“What? Huh? What?” I jokingly mock. I swim to the edge of the pool, gather and fold my arms, and rest my chin on them . Pouting, I give him my best impression of a sad puppy dog. “Pwease. Pwetty pwease.”
He looks at me.
“Pwease.” I purse my lips together even more, flashing him that look of sad innocence. “Pwetty pwease wif suga on top.”
He leans down, gently kisses me on the nose then works his lips to mine. Seizing the moment, I grab his shirt and send him tumbling into the pool. My laughter ricochets off the walls.
He surfaces, wiping the water out of his eyes. “Oh, you are dead. SO dead.” He removes his drenched t-shirt, balls it up, and aims it my way.
I scream, creating a shield with my hands. The shirt whizzes by, splattering a few feet away. I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, come on. What was that?” I goad. Grabbing the wet t-shirt, I aim and send it flying into the air.
I quickly cover my mouth in shocked amusement, my hands concealing a wide grin. I got him square in the face. The shirt plops down into the water.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” I say, fighting back a strong urge to burst out laughing. “So sorry.” I swim up to him. “Baby, you okay?” He stares at me blankly. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” I begin showering his face with kisses, but he remains expressionless. “It didn’t hurt, did it?” No answer. “Baby, say something.” I’m not longer smiling “Are you okay?”
Suddenly, I find myself being lifted up, shrieking and begging for him to put me down. I sail into the air, landing ten feet away with a loud SPLASH!!! Droplets of water rain down.
Surfacing, I gasp. “You’re evil, you know that? Pure evil.”
“Payback’s a b!tch!” he manages to say through his laughing hysteria.
“Oh, really?” I challenge, bombarding him with wave after wave of splashes. We’re immediately engaged in a water war. Our laughter and screams bounce off the walls.
Finally, he sweeps me into his arms, chuckling. “I love you, you know that?” I place a finger over his lips, silencing him. I gaze into his eyes and give him a deep, long kiss. After a minute, our lips part.
“I love you too.”
He leans in for another kiss, but I slightly pull away. He looks back, a little confused. I dive down and reappear a moment later, holding up his jeans. Understanding, he retrieves his pants only to toss them aside. He pulls me close, kissing me. Guiding me though the water, he slowly backs me into a wall. I take his hand and bring it below, letting out a sigh. As his kisses run down my neck, I remove his boxers. A moan escapes me as our bodies become one in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The water sloshes around us…
FANTASY # 6
In a glass elevator. We’re in Vegas and our hotel room is on the top floor. Unable to wait, we go at it, right then and there, up against the glass. A night view of the city and all its majestic glory lays before us.
FANTASY # 7
In one of the dressing rooms at Victoria’s Secret. I ask one of the workers if I can try on a few things. Putting on a private fashion show for him, I come out of out the dressing room wearing something different each time. Suddenly, he decides to come in with me. We’re banging up against the door, trying to hold back our screams when the worker comes to check on us. I tell her everything is fine, my voice alternating in pitch as he thrusts into me.
FANTASY # 8
Small confined cramp spaces like an airplane bathroom. We’re both fully clothed, my skirt hiked up. He’s pounding away. Thirty minutes later we both come out of the stall with bruises on our arms and legs.
FANTASY # 9
In a public restroom at the airport. Its been three weeks since we’ve seen each other. He’s waiting for me at the gate. Spotting him through the crowd, I run up, jump into his arms, and wrap my legs around him. We greet each other with a fierce, passionate kiss. Longing and desire take over us. We stumble into the women’s restroom. A middle aged woman and her daughter are inside. Shocked, the woman quickly covers her daughter’s eyes and rushes off with her. We barely notice. He lifts me up onto the bathroom counter and I pull him down on top of me.
FANTASY # 10
At the public library. I’m strolling though the aisles, looking for a book. He sneaks up from behind and wraps his arms around me. I’m momentarily startled. I turn around and greet him with a kiss. He whispers something into my ear. I look at him, a surprised look on my face. With a nod of his head, he indicates to an isolated aisle in the back. I shake my head, protesting. He pulls me along anyway. I object, but quickly loose my train of thought as his hands and lips begin to glide over my skin..
FANTASY # 11
Late one night in my bedroom with my parents right across the hall. He climbs the tree outside my bedroom window and I let him in. We start to get undressed when I hear a knock at the door. I quickly shove him into my closet. Its my mom. She wishes me a good night and kisses me on the cheek. As she leaves, I lock the door. He peeps his head out and I tell him its safe. Shoving him onto my bed, I climb over him.
FANTASY # 12
Out of the blue one day as I visit him at work. I walk into his office, shut the blinds, and shove him down onto his desk. His boss knocks and I quickly duck. As he’s sitting there discussing a few things with his superior, I unzip his pants. His jumps in his seat, drawing an inquiry from his boss. He assures him everything is fine. I continue to work my lips and mouth around him as he attempts to remain professional throughout the rest of the meeting. At last, his employer leaves and I pull him down with me. A few minutes later his boss returns with one last reminder, but he finds the office empty. We both remain silent until we hear the click of the door shut.
FANTASY # 13
A spur of the moment kind of thing. We’ve both been extremely busy lately. Somehow, we manage to schedule lunch together. We agree to meet at a quaint outdoor café. Both of our vehicles are parked in front of the café. Upon seeing each other, we abandon the idea. I enter the back seat of his car. An hour later, I get out, my hair disheveled and my clothes wrinkled.
FANTASY # 14
In a fun house at a fair or amusement park. For some reason the attraction is closed off to the public, but we sneak in anyway. We leave a trail of clothing behind, all leading to a room full of mirrors. We’re on the floor, not caring who wanders in.
FANTASY # 15
Somewhere isolated and out in the open. The picnic blanket is spread out. Sub sandwiches, bags of chips, and various pies are half eaten. I’m lying in the grass. My blouse is unbuttoned, revealing black lace. He takes a strawberry, tops it off with whip cream, and runs it down the front of my body. He bends down, skillfully licking it off. Staring into my eyes, he kisses my stomach, his hands undoing my jeans. His lips travel further down. Down to the hem of my panty. He traces a finger along it, barely making contact. My skin tingles. Slowly, with his teeth, he pulls off the lace. I feel his tongue on me and let out a sigh. Finally, he comes up, deeply kisses me, and penetrates into my core. He slides in…then out…in again
out…
in…out…
Innn…
OOOUT…
INNNNNN…
Our rhythm is slow and steady, but intense all at the same time.
FANTASY # 16
Trapped overnight at Wal-mart. Its just me and him. No one else. The store is plunged into total darkness. Bags of chips and packages of cookies litter the floor along with empty bottles of coke. We’re lying on the ground. A tent is set up nearby. Its completely silent except for our heavy breathing and the rustle of the sleeping bag.
FANTASY # 17
On a small yacht several miles away from shore. Wearing a bikini, I’m lying on my stomach, sun bathing. He walks over and hands me a margarita. I take a sip as he lays next to me, elbows propping his head. I get up, sit on his back, and begin massaging his shoulders. Leaning over, I plant wet kisses down the side of his face. He turns over on his back, and I make my lips down his torso. Removing his trunks, I watch as his face contorts in desire as my mouth engulfs him. After a while, I mount him and work in a corkscrew motion, increasing the friction between us. Sweat trickles down out skin as the sun beams down on us.
FANTASY # 18
On top of the kitchen table as I’m making an ice cream sundae. We’re in the living room watching late night movies. My head is resting in his lap, his hand stoking though my hair. Suddenly, I get a huge craving for ice cream. I give him a light kiss before making my way to the kitchen. Looking in the freezer, I see cartoons of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. I call out to him, asking what he prefers. Walking into the kitchen, he informs me that we also have whip cream and chocolate syrup. As I take the items from the fridge, he grabs a few bananas from the counter and a bowl of cherries. Having difficulty scooping up the ice cream, he offers to help. He feeds me a few spoonfuls of strawberry, and I pop a cherry into his mouth. Leaning over, I give him a kiss. He smiles and smears vanilla across my cheek. Laughing, I run chocolate down the front of his face, from forehead to chin. He licks his lips, grinning. I trace the trail of ice cream with my tongue. Grabbing his shirt, I lead him along and gently push him onto the kitchen table. I tell him to wait. He watches as I gather the items from the kitchen counter and place them on the table. Eyeing me, he waits in anticipation, unsure of what I plan to do. I climb over, straddle him, and I begin scooping ice cream onto his chest. He jumps at the coldness. A smile creeps across my face. His chest heaves as I continue to pile vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. Next, I pour the chocolate syrup. He attempts to silence his discomfort. My smile widens. I shake the can of whip cream and spray it all over. Looking up at the ceiling, he tries to ignore the cold heap on his chest. Finally, I top the sundae with a cherry. I pick up a spoon and feed him. Leaning over, I place my mouth over his, sampling a taste. Unexpectedly, he grabs my ass, and flips me over. The sundae spills onto me. I let out a scream, shocked at how cold it is. Hours later the floor and table are both sticky. Tipped-over ice cream cartoons and dozens of cherries litter the floor. We’re both lying on the table, out of breath and exhausted.
FANTASTY # 19
At the park in a wooded, isolated area. Its autumn. Red, orange, yellow, and brown leaves spiral to the ground, completely blanketing it. Its chilly, but we hardly notice. I look up at the sky. Rays of sunlight beam through the tops of half-naked trees. Leaves flutter down like snowflakes. All around me, I can hear the birds chirping. Never in my life have I ever felt more attuned to the world, to my surroundings, to myself, but most importantly, to him.
FANTASY # 20
I’m at his apartment. Its in the early hours of the morning and I’m sitting in front of my lap top working on a college paper. I’m wearing nothing but one his button up shirts and a pair of cute, sexy panties with “all yours” written on the ass. I can’t think…I’m tired…sleep deprived…and frustrated. Finally, I get up and walk over to the kitchen. I take a peach from the fridge. Before I bite into, strong arms wrap around my shoulders. I jump a little, startled. He lightly laughs.
HIM: Sorry, baby.
I smile, leaning into him, feeling safe in his arms.
HIM: Still up I see.
ME: Yeah, I can’t concentrate.
He lightly runs a hand through my hair, kissing the back of my head. I smile.
ME: What about you?
HIM: Couldn’t sleep.
With the peach still in my hand, I take a bite.
ME: Want some?
I turn around, offering him the fruit. He takes a bite…the juice trickles down my arm. I glance up into his eyes and he has one of those looks. He traces his tongue slowly up my arm. I tilt my head as his lips travel up to my neck, where he kisses…nibbles…and gently bites. I bite my lower lip, feeling the warmth of his body. He lightly brushes his lips across mine…I slide my hand up his bare chest…
He grabs my ass, lifting me up off my feet, sitting me down on the kitchen counter.
He lifts up my shirt, kissing my stomach. His lips trace along my panty line, slowly slips them off…
Bending down, he kisses the inner side of my thighs. I let out a sigh…his hand sliding up…
I throw my head back. My breathing getting heavier…
I can feel his lips on me…I grip the edge of the kitchen counter…I can’t take it. Its all too much…a moan escapes me…more…more…I crave more…another moan…its getting hotter…I let out a sigh…
A rush comes over me…
I begin slapping my hand against the counter top…a moan…a sigh…I let out a scream, throwing my head back…heat runs down my leg…
I look down. He looks back up with an intent look. He brings his thumb up to his lips, kissing and licking it off…
He leans up with hunger in his eyes…our mouths come together…the craving, the want- its taking over us…my hands roam down his chest…
He lifts me up off the counter, roughly shoving me against the fridge…his body pressed heavily up against mine..
Our mouths intertwine…his invading mine…mine exploring his…
His hands rapidly unbutton my shirt as my mine travel south removing all barriers…He slams me against a wall…I wrap my legs around his waist, lower myself into him…we both gasp…
Our rhythm, our heavy breathing…
The gasps, the moans, the cries, the screams…the humid air…the sweat…
FANTASY # 21
In a cemetery at night. I hug him tightly as tears stream down my face, my body shaking. Nothing mattered. All was lost. The world was shattered. Attempting to comfort me, he tells me everything is going to be okay. That things will work out. As he whispers the words, I can hear the fear and panic behind it, the slight tremble. He’s never seen me like this. Despite everything we’ve been through and all that we’ve suffered, never has he seen me cry this hard. He holds me tight, terrified. Terrified that if he lets go, I might break and shatter into a thousand pieces. We just stand there. The two of us. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Dead leaves scuffle around our feet. It’s a chilly night, cold and dank. After a while, I slightly pull away. He looks into my eyes and wipes away the tears, kissing my forehead. Tentatively, I touch his lips with mine. One kiss. Then another. And another. And another. Each one more fierce than the last. Needing him, I increase the pressure of my kisses. Our mouths come together, lips smothering one another, tongues working fiercely, teeth scraping…I hurriedly pull of my jacket, unzip his jeans, and pull him down onto the wet grass.
He pauses, worriedly looking down. “You sure you wanna do this?” he asks.
“Just make love to me, John,” I reply, my voice cracking. “Tell me you love me.”
“Oh, baby, I love you,” he says, trying to stay strong for the both of us, but it was there again. That slight tremble. I heard it.
My eyes well up. “John, hold me. Don’t let go. Just hold me.”
“I’m never letting go,” he soothes. He rains his lips down, covering my face in passionate kisses. “I love you so much, Sol. I love you.”
“I love you too, John. I really do.”
I cry out as he penetrates me.
He stops, afraid. “Baby, are you okay?” His voice breaks.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I try assuring him. “Don’t stop.” I pull his face down, deeply and urgently kissing him. “I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“I love you, Sol. I love you,” he constantly repeats as he tries to make me forget about everything.
FANTASY # 22
In a tree. We’re up high on a huge, thick branch. He’s lying on his back, his hands placed on either side of my hips as I’m straddling him. My skirt is bunched up. I grab a hold of a branch above me, using it as leverage to increase the friction between us.
FANTASY # 23
In a small cottage in the woods. The fireplace is lit and blankets are spread out on the wooden floor. We’re rolling and tumbling around, my hands roaming down his back, his rapidly moving up and down my entire body.
FANTASY # 24
Late at night on top of a piano. His playing wakes me. I hide in the shadows, watching him play. Its a sad, haunting melody. Obviously, something is wrong. I quietly make my way to him and lightly kiss him on the cheek. He looks up and smiles, but I know better. Recognizing that concern look on my face, he leans up and meets his lips with mine. Lifting me up, he places me down on the keyboard. Discordant notes pierce the silence. His mouth runs down my neck as his hands slide up my night gown, pushing up the silk fabric. I lift myself up on top of the piano, pulling him with me. I remove my gown, letting it slide off the piano to the floor. I trace my lips over his and slowly guide him into me.
FANTAY # 25
In the front seat of the car as he’s driving. I slide a hand down his pants. He glances at me, a little surprised. I expertly work my hands as he moans and grunts. Leaning over, I take my hand out, and replace it with my lips. He swerves to the right. A car honks. I look up, laughing. Just when he thinks I can’t surprise him anymore, I climb over the seat and straddle him. Splitting his focus between me and road, he attempts to drive in a straight line. I begin kissing his neck, working my body in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Ultimately, its all too much for him. The car uncontrollably swerves off the road, spinning once…twice
…thrice. He slams on the breaks. The vehicle spins once more before jarring to halt. Dust covers the air. Shaken up, he asks if I’m okay. I reply with hysterical laughter.