The Chase (complete)

She thought about unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, but that seemed like cheating.  Like saying, "Here I am, you don't have to work hard at this."

"Mahalia."  She practiced her safe word, wondered if she'd want to use it, wondered if she'd be able to keep from using it.  What if she said it so loud now that they called it off?  "Mahalia."  Her voice sounded tinny, like a long-distance call.  She had a safe word, but he didn't care.  His erection didn't care.  She wouldn't say cock.  "Mahalia."  No, she wouldn't use it.  If he showed up.

She had picked him out, but not his face.  She had made Elizabeth cover all the faces in the book so she couldn't see them smiling, couldn't pick the man out of a crowd now.  Stocky, dark, maybe white, maybe not.  It didn't matter, except it would bother Robert more if he knew, if her X-man (she called him that in her head) were Hispanic or black or some beautiful combination.

Elizabeth had seemed pleased at her choice.  "I'm glad you are considering one of our specialists," she said.  "I think it would be best if you see the nude photographs."

Imagine a place where you can make any fantasy come true

My fantasies aren't necessarily plausible, but it seems I can't suspend my disbelief utterly.  So I've created a mental place where any fantasy can be acted out--The Island.

Imagine Fantasy Island, but with fewer white suits.

Anyone can go to The Island.  Most fantasies can be accommodated. 

I don't know why I feel it necessary to invent a giant fantasy resort.  I'm just weird that way.

I accept requests/suggestions.  I won't guarantee to use them, but I'll listen.

Jenny at the Pool

Jenny sprawled face down on the beach chair, luxuriating on the feel of the warm sun on her back.  Her hair dangled in a curtain around her face so hat the only thing she could see was the blue tile surrounding the pool.

Last night had been the perfect beginning to her weekend:  a nameless, faceless romp with no strings.  She wondered if she would ever encounter that man again, then mocked herself for wondering.  The whole point was not to get too attached, even if he had been perfect.

Jenny's Mystery

Jenny stared through the tiny, distorted window at the blue ocean water a few dozen feet below her.  It had been a long time since she was on a plane.  It had been a long time since she had done something as silly and outrageous as going to an island in the middle of the Pacific to get a sexual fantasy filled.

No, actually she had never done anything that outrageous.

She had always done the expected thing.  She had gotten good grades and gone to a good school and gotten a good job and lived in a good house married to a good man.

But now that good man had died, leaving her behind with her good job and good house and nothing else but a set of wishes that could never come true, and a single fantasy that, maybe, could.