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...
It all started a few days ago when I realized I could see into my neighbor's bedroom. I had to stand in a particular spot for it to work, but when I did, I could see her entire room. I don't usually enjoy invading other people's privacy, but I was fascinated by this woman. Not because she was beautiful, even though she was. Not even because of the thrill involved with spying on someone. In fact, I had no idea why I was so obsessed.
The first few days, I only caught glimpses of her, but that only served to intrigue me further. I found myself thinking of her and fantasizing about orchestrating a chance encounter to meet her. But before I could make my move, something happened.
It was nearly ten o'clock at night and I had just concluded a particularly intense writing session. As I waited for my computer to shut down, I peered out the window and found my neighbor's bedroom illuminated. A smile curled my lips as I found her standing at the foot of her bed.
I was not planning on being creepy. I was content simply watching her go about her nightly routine. But instead of slipping into her pajamas, she stripped out of her clothes and started parading around the room. I was stunned. This only happened in movies and teenage boys' fantasies. But this was no movie and my fantasy had yet to begin. This was real.
I stood there, entranced by the woman's beauty. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on her, yet I couldn't look away. My body remained frozen in place. I barely blinked. I barely breathed. I barely moved. I was captivated.
The woman's gaze suddenly traveled to her window. She wasn't staring at the glass, but rather at something beyond it. Something far beyond. Something in the adjacent building. Me. She was staring at me.
Our eyes met and my blood turned cold. Then it started boiling in my veins. I desperately wanted to flee, to escape her penetrating gaze. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place.
It felt like an eternity before I regained control of my body. As soon as I did, I stepped backwards, out of the woman's line of sight. She had seen me, there was no doubt about that. But what would she do about it? I was asking myself that very question when the doorbell rang.
I remained frozen in shock. Was it her? It had to be. Should I answer? It took a while before I made up my mind. On my way to the front door, the doorbell rang again. I hesitated before buzzing her in.
The few seconds it took her to reach my floor felt like an eternity. Each passing second brought with it more fear. By the time I heard a knock on the door, I was terrified. As I reached for the door handle, it got too much for me to handle and I reverted back into a fantasy to keep from facing reality.
I was now inside the fantasy. The world around me looked just the same and the fear coursing through my veins felt just as real, but deep down, I knew none of it was genuine. It still took a few seconds before I worked up the nerve to open the door.
My beautiful neighbor stood in the doorframe. Up until that moment, I had held out hope it was not her, but deep down, I had always known is was. She now wore a bathrobe, but I could tell she was naked underneath.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke.
"I saw you looking at me," she said.
