Everyone has a fantasy that they keep bottled up out of fear. Do you? Let me know in the comments if there is something you are dying to try, but too scared to ask. I will share one of mine, but just know, the darkest ones can’t be told here.
I arrived at the restaurant alone, but not for long. My date arranged by a dear friend, all I knew about the man was that he was older. Glancing around the place, I knew him the moment I saw him. Dressed in a suit, the older male looked like he walked out of Vogue magazine. Salt and pepper gray hair, eyes that soaked my panties with one glance, and that smile. God, that smile sent shivers up and down my spine. He was perfection wrapped up in one person. I never in my wildest of dreams thought I could get a date with this fantasy man.
Fantasy can at times be better than the real thing.
A quick peck on the check, exchange of names, and the night began. We started off with casual chit chat, but the sparks were evident the moment our eyes met. He was like those men on the cover of a romance book. Perfect in every single way. A fantasy to most, but my perfect reality. He ordered for both, not even asking me what I wanted. That was a first for me. Most of the time I get the scatter brained type who stumble through their words, but right here, this man was all class.
“Panties off!” He said.
As though I was a deer caught in the headlights, I did as he asked. Once off I handed them over, watching as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deep. God damn! I might have came a little at that moment. Handing over a small box, the man smiled as he drank his wine.
“Open it and go to the bathroom and slide it in,” he said.
I opened the box and gasped. It was a small egg vibrator. One of those operated with a remote control. Do you want to know what happened next? Call me on niteflirt and complete the fantasy. A little hint, I can never return to that restaurant again.
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