Page 1 of Fantasy Man

Chapter One

Monica fingered the long red envelope she’d received in the mail. The silver return address label said Fantasies Unlimited. Smiling, she edged her fingernail under the heart-shaped seal that held the flap. This had to be the doing of her unpredictable friend, Julie. The colour of the envelope might indicate it was a Christmas card but it was obviously more than that—perhaps a gift certificate or some kind of present. Julie sent the most outrageous and delightful surprises imaginable, and Monica couldn’t wait to see this one.

Since writing a bestselling guidebook for singles, Telling Love From Lust, Julie loved spending her new wealth on gifts for her former college roommate and other close friends.

Extracting a hot pink card with black hearts and silver lettering, Monica sank down on her new living room couch and fanned herself with it, half-afraid to see what it was and yet twitching with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, she took a good look and saw that it was a menu—of treats you could request from your … Fantasy Man … when he arrived at your home soon.

An unknown man was coming to grant her fantasies? Unbelievable. Unreal. Back in college she and Jules, as Julie preferred to be called, often talked about their sexual fantasies and having a stranger make love to her was Monica’s favourite. She didn’t want to know the guy’s name and didn’t want to be on a date. She wanted someone strong and handsome that she’d never met to just walk in and possess her. He’d kiss and lick his way from her head to her toes. Lingering on her breasts, he’d suck her nipples until they hardened and she cried out. Moving on to tongue-fuck her naval and start her hot juices flowing, he’d lick his way slowly to her vagina where he’d dip and suck until she’d think she was going crazy. She’d bury her hands in his hair and beg him to ‘take her’ until he sent her hurtling over the edge. In mad ecstasy she’d cling to him as he made her come. Then he’d slide his hard cock into her slippery passage and pinning her arms over her head he’d shove deep inside her. As he ravaged her body by shooting his hot semen into her welcoming pussy he’d mark her as his own. Afterward she’d lie there feeling completely sated and yet waiting for this stranger to take her again.

Leave it to her former college roomie to actually find someone who did that kind of thing.

Startled by the sudden tingling between her legs, Monica savoured the feeling of anticipation and desire that she’d been without for too long. Her breath quickened, her pulse raced and she grew hot and moist with wanting. Where had all her fantasies gone and why hadn’t they materialised?

In the years since they’d graduated life hadn’t offered up any real excitement, and though she still sometimes fantasised about hot, steamy, no-holds-barred sex, none she’d had shot off the charts. Maybe that was why she was still single. She’d like to find love. The kind that lasted. But she wanted the sex to be mind-blowing, toe-curling ecstasy.

Obviously no company could commercialise love. So Fantasies Unlimited offered something tangible like sex play. She glanced toward the door, her heart thumping inside her chest like a wild bird trying to break out. Sex play with a stranger? She fanned herself again. Soon? How soon? Surely not today. She was wearing her favourite hanging-out clothes—jeans and a grey souvenir sweatshirt with a pink flamingo she bought on last year’s vacation to Florida with Jules.

In her fantasies Monica wore something seductive which the stranger soon ripped off and left her standing there in … Monica gasped. Her bra and bikinis didn’t match. She was fanatic about matching undies but Saturday was laundry day and after washing her flowered, polka dot and pastel panties on the delicate cycle, she’d hung them in the bathroom to dry, unwilling to trust such expensive, lacy items to an electric dryer.

Steadying her shaking hands and crossing her fingers she’d be forewarned when to expect him, Monica looked back at the card and skimming the print saw that this guy Nick—the name was filled in on the blank—would do anything you wanted except have sex if you were married. She was safe there. Not even a boyfriend. Sex with a stranger? She grew wetter just thinking about a strange man lying next to her. His hard body touching her supple one. His breath coming fast as he explored her curves and crevices. Her nipples pebbling at his touch and her pussy dripping as she longed for the hardness of his cock. And then … raw sex, panting like wild animals as he rammed his rod inside her throbbing hole. Shuddering as if she’d just experienced her fantasy, Monica shook her head to clear it. She was hoping for too much.

A sticky note in Jules’ flowing handwriting was attached to the back of the card and Monica pulled it loose. “Just what you’ve always wanted! And the sky’s the limit. Choose and enjoy anything and everything offered. I got to pick your Fantasy Man from pictures in a brochure and I think you’ll love him. I just hope I know you as well as I think I do. Merry Christmas. Love and Hugs, Jules.”

Monica, clutching her chest, read the main headings first…

Appealing Appeteasers

Erotica Entrees

Main Intercourses

Sweet Finishes.

Intercourses? Thirty degrees in Ohio with snow on the ground and more predicted—and

Monica kept the thermostat low—but she was sweating inside her cosy home. Wow! They evidently did go that far.

She looked at the offerings under Appeteasers…

Backrubs with warm scented oils

Champagne accompanied bubble baths

Pedicures plus foot and leg massage

She loved champagne and bubble baths and it sounded luxurious.

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