Fantasy Fiction

Had trouble posting this last night but now it works. This is from something I wrote a while ago but revised recently. Who knew there is actually a genre of paranormal romance on the bookshelves?

All I could think about was why would you refuse me? Why did you make it seem like you didn’t want me? I could tell by your physical reaction to me that your body wanted to be with me. I could be happy with just your body and I don’t need you to be in love with me.

This is from a much longer story I have written where a woman cop has pulled over the local married rich womanizer guy who drives his sports car like a maniac every night. She had one encounter with him that morning when he thought she was just some random woman jogger and was propositioning her. She got the scoop on the driver from the station as she was chasing him down at over 100 miles per hour. He tells her driving his car like that is better than any sex he has ever had and offers to let her drive it which she takes him up on....

I was visiting him for the weekend, and oh what a weekend it was. 
The moment I got there we fell on the bed and kissed, stroked, petted,
squeezed, and moaned ourselves into a sexual frenzy, but that was as
far as it ever went.  Still, we tested our limits, going as close to
the edge as we could stand, or at least as we could imagine.

The next morning I woke up before him and made him breakfast, which
we ate between ravenous kisses.  Soon, however, it was
time to clean up and rinse off the scent of sweat from our skin,
despite the knowledge it would soon reappear.

I stepped off the bus and stepped out into the pouring rain, my heart beating deep inside my chest. Slowly I walked to his house. I knew where he lived as I had been there many times. I was excited and scared at the same time. Excited at the thought of not only doing some one on one Karate Training with him, but of seeing him. But on the other hand I was scared a little as I knew there'd be something else going on besides Karate. We both had sex on our minds. I ran up the steps that led to his house and rang the doorbell. I could feel my heart pounding inside my head now. I was soaked to the skin as I stood on the porch waiting for him to welcome me inside.

Andrews remembered how his wife didn’t even seem to be upset when he told her that he needed to fly to London unexpectedly to meet with a client. She informed him that she would just stay at the hotel and enjoy a small vacation. Trevor on the other hand was rather miffed. Andrews was able to help him get over it rather quickly with a swim in the pool and some further attention to his cock. Andrews knew Trevor had become quite a sexual slut in their years since boyhood. Trevor almost seemed to delight in telling Andrews of his almost limitless encounters with both men and women, all of whom he formed no relationship with. It didn’t matter when Andrews was in town Trevor focused solely on him and never even looked at anyone else.

She was awakened by her roommate shaking her and whispering to her to please get up. They had argued earlier that evening about the call from her step mother demanding that she leave her boarding school in London and return to Chicago immediately. She must be there on her 18th birthday tomorrow because there was some problem with her father’s will and she would not be returning to school in London even though she was only two weeks from graduation. Her roommate was angry with her for not arguing more strongly to stay at school or at least to come back and finish out the term.

 They sped off toward 18th street with her on the back of his bike. It was already dark by the time they got there so they decided to watch the dancers for a while and have a couple of drinks. Watching the people at the club he tried to pin down who was in charge so he would know who to ask for to get invited back in. He asked for the owner’s name and the waitress politely told him and pointed him out. 

As with my introduction to masturbation this story actually happened and I hope I don't upset the applecart by posting it here.

I had just turned thirteen when I had my first experience with a person of the opposite sex. I remember it as though it were yesterday.

 He came up to me and put his lips on mine allowing me to taste myself by running his tongue across my lips. He left me there cuffed to the bed and got up to wash his hands. I hoped he was coming back because I wanted him inside me so much I was dying.  He was gone for a while and did not respond to my calling out so I was getting a little worried that he had just left me there. I heard the knock on the hotel room door and got even a little more worried but soon he returned alone with a tray of food. He put the tray of food on the floor by the chair and asked, “Are you hungry?”

I might post a few stories of my sexual experiences over the next few weeks. This is probably the wrong place to post them but I’m not sure where else. There’s something tantalising about the thought of putting your personal experiences in an open forum. Call it self indulgence or maybe even a form of exhibitionism, but over the years I have really enjoyed the occasions I’ve been able to masturbate while being watched by somebody. I find re-living my sexual experiences through writing stimulates me and the realisation that strangers will read my experiences is very exciting.

Sitting on his lap with him kissing me I couldn’t help thinking how fate had really worked in my favor on this trip. I met an incredibly free woman who gave herself to me and let me experience something new and I met this amazingly sexy man. I had no regrets about any of it and I could go home completely fulfilled. Well almost. 

 I began to undo his belt and unbutton his pants while he took his badge out of his blazer pocket and laid it on the table. He took off the blazer and I noticed the gun holster with his gun as he stripped that off as well. I certainly hoped that his fantasies didn’t involve his gun in any way. He must have sensed my hesitation because he said, “I take my gun everywhere but I have no intention of taking it out of the holster, even if you were to ask me to. I use my gun more than I would like so I have no need to include it in any fantasy play, ever.”