"Honey, I found some stories on the laptop. Do you know who wrote them?" My wife woke me with.
"What stories?" I lied. I knew she must be talking about the xxx stories I had written about my fantasies but I had never intended for anyone to read them.
"Well, I was looking for my resume to update and I stumbled onto some sex stories that someone must have written. And if it wasn't me that only leaves..."
My eyes were barely open and I wasn't ready to have a conversation like this. "I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to mumble out but I knew my red face was giving my away.
"Don't be embarrassed honey." She cooed. "There's nothing wrong with having dirty fantasies. In fact I think it would bring us closer if we could explore some of these together.
How could she expect me not to be embarrassed? Most of my stories revolved around me being humiliated in some way or another. "I really don't know what you're talking about." I tried again feebly, but I knew she'd never believe me.
"Its okay." She started again. "I don't want you to feel too embarrassed, at least not yet." She joked. "I'd love to help you explore some of these but you have to bear with me, I'm not used to playing this kinky yet.
"Honey, don't worry about it. They're just stupid fantasies, I love you and I'd never dream about being with anyone else."