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.