Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
2:07 AM. I was driving home after a weekend spent in the country. My friend was on vacation for two weeks and had lent me her car during her absence. It had been a while since I had visited my father, so I had decided to drive up for a quick visit. After spending the weekend remembering exactly why I loved the country so much, I returned home. On a side note, every time I leave the urban environment, I always wonder why I have chosen to reside in the province's largest city—second largest in the country—and each time, the answer is the same; I have no fucking idea! I guess I am just too lazy to move. Anyhoo, back to the story.
After a three-hour drive back, I finally entered the great city of Montreal—just to be clear, I am being sarcastic. But a few blocks from my apartment, I spotted the streetlight before me turn yellow. Under normal circumstance, I would have slowed to a stop, but given the fact that it was the middle of the night and the streets were deserted, I put the pedal to the metal. Moments later, I was speeding past just as the light turned from yellow to red.
"Oh no!" I muttered seconds later, as I heard sirens and peered into the rear-view mirror to see a police cruiser speeding after me, light flashing. After letting a few swears slip past my lips, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the police officer to approach the vehicle. As I did, I felt apprehension fill me. This was my first time getting pulled over. I suddenly realized the ticket-free streak I had going for the past few years was about to come to an end. Unless...
Though it went against everything I believed in, I knew there was one way to keep my streak going. I had to use my feminine wiles to get out of the ticket. Though the thought of flirting with a man totally repulsed me—I'm a lesbian, remember?—I knew it was for the greater good. Unfortunately, I soon discovered my plan would not work.
"License and registration please," said a feminine voice, moments later. I could not help but jump slightly as I turned to find a hot, young woman peering in through the wide open window. I barely have time to realize how breathtakingly beautiful she was before I felt a powerful wave of arousal wash over me.
"Oh no!" I thought, knowing perfectly well was about to happen. Sure enough, I soon felt reality fade, only to be replaced by an identical fantasy world. The fantasy me realized the plan could still work and did not hesitate.
"Here you go, gorgeous," I said as I handed her the requested identification. After requesting I refer to her by her title, she told me to stay put and returned to her cruiser. I counted the seconds until she returned.
"Everything seems in order, but I'm going to have to give you a ticket for running that red light," explained the hot cop.
"Is that really necessary?" I asked, as I gave her the most sensual bedroom eyes I could muster. I could tell she was uncomfortable because of the way she stuttered.
"It... It's the law..." she said uncomfortable, then added, "Mam."
"Call me Barbie," I said as I reached out and sensually ran my finger alone her arm.
"P... please don't do that," she stuttered.
"Come on, you know you like it," I said as I continued.
She let me continue for a few seconds before she snapped.
"I said STOP!" she yelled. I jumped, stunned by her overzealous reaction.
