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.
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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...
As some of you may know, I am not exactly what you would call a shopping enthusiast. In fact, I pretty much hate shopping. I cannot help but feel like it is a total waste of time. Nonetheless, I had agreed to a day of shopping with my friend and there was nothing I could do to get out of it.
I had been given clear instructions and was to arrive at her apartment at exactly 10 AM. From my friend's tone, it had been clear she took shopping very seriously and being even a minute late was not something she would forgive. So I woke up early. Too early. I had time to get out of bed, take a shower and get ready before the clock stuck nine. I considered passing the time by playing a little Killlzone Shadow Fall or Infamous Second Sonβdoes it show that I only just got a Playstation 4, lol?βbut I knew I would get immersed and forget all about my friend. So I decided to head off, assuming she would not mind me arriving a little early. Better that than late, right? Wrong!
My friend lived quite near, so the trip there lasted less than fifteen minutes. By the time I stood before her front door, I was forty-five minutes early. The air was cold and soon convinced me to take action. I reached out with a clenched fist, but never got a chance to knock because I noticed something. The door was ajar. Not enough to let in the cold air, but definitely enough to keep the door from shutting completely.
"Maybe something's wrong," was my first through. Of course, I knew that was quit unlikely, but I could not help but worry. I guess that is the downside of having a vivid imagination. Luckily, I was also about to experience the upside.
Fearing the worst, I pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it silently behind me. I then turned around and studied my new surroundings. Everything looked normal. A relieved sigh escaped me. My friend was fine. Or so I thought until I heard a moan emanate from her room. My first instinct was to call out for her. But once more, my vivid imagination kicked in. What if she had been attacked and the aggressor was still there?
I knew I was most likely overreacting, but nonetheless decided to progress cautiously. So it was with held breath and light steps that I approached my friend's room. I soon noticed this door was also ajar. But unlike the first, this one left a six-inch space between the door and the frame. Exactly the right amount to peer into the room unnoticed.
By the time, I reached the door, my heart was pounding madly. My brain told me there was nothing to worry about, but my animalistic instincts were forcing adrenaline to course through my veins. It was not until I peered into the room that I realized my brain was right. There was absolutely nothing wrong. Quite the opposite.
My friend was alone. But that was only the start of it. She was completely naked and lay atop her bed. The covers were pulled up to her waist, leaving her upper body visible. But the most shocking part came in the form of something moving beneath the covers. It took me a few seconds to figure it out, but it eventually hit me. She was masturbating! The movement beneath the covers was a result of her fingers darting in and out of her soaking-wet pussy. Of course, I had no way of knowing this for certain, but the fact that her eyes were closed and soft moans flowed past her lips made it hard to misinterpret her actions.
I stood there for a few seconds before it happened. The sight of my naked friend pleasuring herself had turned me on and a powerful fantasy was now growing within me. I did not even have time to feel guilty for spying before the fantasy grabbed hold of me. Instantly, reality faded, giving way to an identical fantasy world.