Fantasy

“So, come on, fantasy, what is it? I know you said to dominate a woman, which you seem to be able to do freely and easily. What are your others?” He looks at me, smiling. “Oh, and when will you be seeing Roxy again?” His smile is getting bigger.

“Roxy, I will see when things settle down, just like my fantasy can wait.” We have a lot more important things to sort out than this.

“Stop avoiding and answer. I want to know what they are, all of them, why and how you feel about them. Otherwise, I will just lock you in here and turn you into my slave.” His words are teasing me. I feel he has found himself, at least a little bit.

“My fantasies are pretty out there, wild and crazy when I think about them. My heart pounds so fast, I get sweaty and imagine them, wondering how it would feel, almost begging myself to do it.” I glance at him before continuing.

“You have your own fantasies. You know how it feels. It is like a need for something you can’t get. You are physically unable to get it; it