Synopsis

By definition a fantasy is an imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or need.
Inside are just such fantasies. A collection of erotic short stories and flash fictions...

The Simple Things

He took great pleasure in watching her undress for him on their bed. In particular, he loved to witness her panties make their way over her ankles and slip off her feet.

She seemed to slither out of her clothing. Her feet never touched the ground. Once her lacy panties had been carelessly tossed from the bed, she rolled onto her stomach and beckoned him with her grin. An invitation of sorts.

He stood beside the bed, admiring the smooth texture of her glowing ivory skin. A devilish smile flashed as his fingers reached for the buckle of his belt.

She shivered.

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Meet Measha Stone

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. By day she works as a healthcare administrator, and by evening she steams up the computer screen with her erotic romances. No stranger to the BDSM community, Measha feels right at home within the erotic genre. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities.

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Excerpt

For the Taking

Blindfold in place, Cassie listened intently to pinpoint his location. Her collar felt heavy around her neck. The leather restraints of the table imprisoned her hands perfectly, as well as her feet. The position kept her open for him. Unexpectedly, she felt his warm breath over her wetness, and she bit down on her lip. She stiffened against the restraints as a single fingertip traced her flesh. “You hate to love this,” he whispered against her sex. The restraints held fast to her as she bucked against them when his tongue gently brushed her hungry clit. “And I love that you hate it.”