Fictional Fantasies - The Exxxtended Version

Fictional Fantasies - The Exxxtended Version

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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"rare and wonderful to find the perfect balance of intense sexuality and finely-crafted storytelling." "i've read each of your stories countless times and they never fail to bring me genuine joy. they're so perfectly complex, interesting, sexy, sweet and genuinely funny." depressingly-single, thirty-something meg oakley is secretly an aspiring writer of erotica. recently, she has been sharing many a racy evening with her practically perfect man, sam. handsome, mischievous, unbearably sexy and happy to act out meg’s every fantasy, sam has just one flaw. he’s fictional. publishing her work under a pseudonym and never sharing her secret, meg believes she has guaranteed anonymity. that is, until she wakes up one night to find herself blindfolded and restrained by a mystery stranger who has broken into her room. referring to himself as sam, he has but one intention; to act out one of the scenes that meg has previously published online. the stranger gives her the night of her life, leaving without a besotted meg having even seen his face. to her great delight, it turns out that their one amazing night is not a unique experience as the stranger finds numerous opportunities to visit meg and act out an array of her most secret sexual desires. always in control of a blindfolded meg, she is unable to identify him. until one day, much to her amazement and surprise, she finds out who he actually is.

Summary

"rare and wonderful to find the perfect balance of intense sexuality and finely-crafted storytelling."
"i've read each of your stories countless times and they never fail to bring me genuine joy. they're so perfectly complex, interesting, sexy, sweet and genuinely funny."

depressingly-single, thirty-something meg oakley is secretly an aspiring writer of erotica. recently, she has been sharing many a racy evening with her practically perfect man, sam. handsome, mischievous, unbearably sexy and happy to act out meg’s every fantasy, sam has just one flaw. he’s fictional.

publishing her work under a pseudonym and never sharing her secret, meg believes she has guaranteed anonymity. that is, until she wakes up one night to find herself blindfolded and restrained by a mystery stranger who has broken into her room. referring to himself as sam, he has but one intention; to act out one of the scenes that meg has previously published online. the stranger gives her the night of her life, leaving without a besotted meg having even seen his face.

to her great delight, it turns out that their one amazing night is not a unique experience as the stranger finds numerous opportunities to visit meg and act out an array of her most secret sexual desires. always in control of a blindfolded meg, she is unable to identify him. until one day, much to her amazement and surprise, she finds out who he actually is.

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Submitted: August 21, 2018

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‘I literally can’t remember the last time I got laid,’ joked Luke, rubbing a hand across his blond stubbly chin.‘Probably a charity shag on Valentines Day.’

‘Huh!Join the club!’ Meg grimaced.‘It’s probably been nearer a year for me.’Liar, she thought to herself, guiltily picking at her nail varnish. You can treble that estimate.

‘Yeah, but Meg, I live in the same house as Beth. Sleep in the same bed.We’re supposed to be in loving relationship. Whereas you’re…’

‘I’m depressingly single and probably way too picky to ever be anything else now.’

‘I’m sure that’s not true.’

‘I’m sure it is!I want a guy who intuitively knows what I want without me having to sit him down and spell it out.That would just blow me away.But he’d need to be a bloody mindreader!’ she laughed, twisting her long brown hair through her fingers.

‘What is it you want?’ asked Luke thoughtfully, his blue eyes crinkling. 

‘I want my fantasy man to act out my fantasies.’

‘And what are your fantasies?’ asked Luke quietly, putting his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

‘A secret,’ smiled Meg, cradling her glass of wine.‘You see my problem?’

‘Do you think if I knew Beth’s secret fantasies, she’d want me again?We used to shag like rabbits.I used to be what she needed,’ said Luke sadly.

‘Perhaps,’ ventured Meg.‘Have you talked to her about it?Can you ask her?’

Luke shook his head.

‘Diaries?’

‘I couldn’t read someone’s diary!’ said Luke shocked.‘Besides, I don’t think she keeps one.’

‘Favourite books, films?’Luke looked blank.

‘I hate to say it Lukie, but I’m not sure you’re paying enough attention,’ observed Meg, swallowing the last of her wine and placing her glass carefully on the table.‘Right, shall I take a quick look at this problem with your computer before I go?’

 

Sitting at the computer in the study, Meg admired the photographs adorning the small, cosy room in which she sat.Most of them were of Luke and Beth in various sunny locations, smiling, sometimes clearly drunk, but always seemingly happy. Although they’d met several times, Meg and Beth had never been close friends; Beth always seemed a little apprehensive that Luke could have a platonic female friend who wasn’t a threat. Meg also represented the single life Luke had before they had met; it hadn’t been particularly wild or exciting, but all the same, Beth had obviously not been a part of it and regarded it with suspicion.

The software update Meg was installing for Luke seemed to be taking forever and she was running out of activities to do while she waited.Standing up and stretching, Meg wandered over to the window and stared dreamily outside. It was a fantastic English summer’s day; the sun shone hot and bright through clear blue skies.Dark, thick, green foliage of the surrounding oak trees stood out in a direct contrast and a heat haze was starting to build.

All in all, it was an absolutely perfect afternoon for the beach, which co-incidentally was where she was heading in a few minutes. Bliss!And talking about bliss, the most gorgeous man Meg had ever laid eyes on was wandering half-naked around the garden.Ducking down, to stay out of his line of vision, Meg watched a tall, well-muscled, dark-haired man digging beside the shed.With sweat visibly running down his naked torso and denim shorts torn at the knee, Meg could see the pronounced muscles in his forearms and taut stomach as he worked.Gosh, he must be fit, achieving that level of strenuous exercise on such a hot day. Pity she didn’t have a reason to hire a gardener, but he might become suspicious to be called in just to tend to the flowerpots on her patio!Hearing Luke‘s footsteps approaching, Meg mentally shook herself, smoothed down the front of her skirt and turned to face the door.

‘Nearly there!’ said Meg in an over-bright voice, trying to ignore the hot flush that had appeared across her neck and chest from watching the gardener.

‘Thanks so much, Meg,’ smiled Luke.‘You know how utterly computer illiterate I am!’

‘I certainly do!’ agreed Meg.Concentrating on the screen, she hit the enter key a couple of times with a flourish.‘Right, that’s all done.New anti-virus software installed.So now the boring stuff’s out of the way, are you sure you can’t come to the beach with me?’

 

Stripped to the waist, Jack strode into the kitchen, making a beeline for the sink.He downed a pint of water in seconds, immediately running the tap for a refill.

‘Phew!Its crazy hot out there, little bro!’ he said, wiping beads of sweat from his face with his forearm.

‘Yeah, looks it,’ replied Luke distantly.

‘Any time you feel like helping out,’ said Jack with heavy sarcasm.‘Please be my guest.’

‘Sorry.Stuff on my mind.’

‘Yeah?Who was the girl?’

‘Meg,’ replied Luke.

Jack looked quizzically at his younger brother and shrugged.

‘I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before,’ explained Luke.‘All those years ago, while you were away slumming it in Edinburgh…’

‘It was nearly twenty years ago.And I’m not sure studying veterinary medicine at university quite constitutes slummingit,’ interrupted Jack laughing.

‘You say potato, I say pot-ato,’ Luke shrugged.‘Anyway, as I was saying, whilst you were slumming it, Meg and I were living the high life at sixth form college.She was one of my best mates.’

‘Just a mate?’ questioned Jack.‘You sure?She looks pretty cute.’

‘Of course I’m sure,’ replied Luke.‘She’s my friend.And, incidentally, ten times better than any of the high maintenance, shallow women you’ve ended up with over the years.’

‘Thanks.None taken,’ said Jack sardonically.‘Sounds like you’re trying to set me up on a date.’

‘No chance!I wouldn’t do that to her!Although, I have to say, Mum would view her as perfect daughter-in-law material.’ Jack rolled his eyes.‘But she’s waytoo sweet for the likes of you,’ grinned Luke.

‘Just as well,’ replied Jack, raising his eyebrows. ‘I can’t think of anything more boring than going on a date with Little Miss Perfectly Innocent Goody-two-shoes!I saw her on your computer, by the way.’

Luke nodded.‘Yes.’

‘What was she doing?’

‘A favour for me.’

‘Huh!How very secretive,’ replied Jack sarcastically.‘Mind if I go and check my emails before I get back outside?’

‘Course not.And then, if you’re very lucky, I might come and give you a hand.’

‘Wow, I’m honoured.You’re going to help me work in yourgarden?’

 

Unlike his brother, Jack’s technology skills were exceptional.With his interest in Meg heightened, he navigated his way methodically through the deleted internet history which had accidentally been left in the trash folder. Jack discovered that Meg had briefly logged into a writer’s chat room; a site to which she hadn’t actively logged back out again.Using her still enabled login, Jack scanned through her private messages and posts, slowly piecing together an extremely interesting picture.It looked as though the oh-so-innocent Meg had herself a secret hobby.Writing erotic fiction, no less, under the pen name of Jamie Mitchell.

Jack scanned through a number of the online stories that Meg had recently submitted and felt himself starting to grow hard. So not quite the straight arrow that his brother believed her to be then?How very interesting.With Jack’s fascination in this girl suddenly ignited, he leaned back quietly in the chair, ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair and let his mind race.He had a direct route to Meg’s most private, secretly intimate sexual fantasies and, unlike his brother, Jack’s moral compass, on the rare occasion that it worked at all, never pointed true north.This was definitely a situation he needed to exploit to his full advantage but it would take some careful planning.He’d kick it off by spending the rest of the day subtly quizzing an unsuspecting Luke for some useful background information on Meg.

 

It had been several weeks, but Meg still found her thoughts flitting to the tall, exceptionally sexy gardener that she’d caught a tantalising glimpse of in Luke’s garden.After a light dinner one evening, Meg sank blissfully into the corner section of her sofa and flipped open her laptop.Her fictional hero Sam awaited her and she smirked at the thought of what naughty deeds she would type out for him to undertake tonight.

She’d hit an impasse recently which culminated around Sam tying his partner to the bed to have his wicked way with her.Having never been restrained herself, Meg always found it difficult to describe such scenes in detail but was hopeful that tonight she could get past her writer’s block.After all, other authors relied on imagination not experience for a good deal of their stories, didn’t they?Nobody knew what it was actually like to live on another planet, survive a nuclear winter or, for that matter, attend wizarding school, did they?

With this dilemma scurrying around her head, before starting work, Meg logged onto the writers’ chat room to check for any messages.Several of the usual suspects were logged into the public chat room and what looked like a heated discussion regarding royalty payments seemed to be taking place.Just as Meg was about to log back out a window popped up requesting a private chat. Meg accepted the invitation from a user who went by the name of NimbleKimble and waited as a message was typed to her.

 

[NimbleKimble]: Hi, thanks for speaking to me.

[JMitchell]: Hi, no problem.Great name, by the way.Are you nimble? 

 

Seconds later, a new message appeared.Meg acknowledged that the person on the other end must be touch-typing at a formidable speed.Good punctuation too, which was always a bugbear of Meg’s.

 

[NimbleKimble]: Well, my fingers certainly are…I’ve read your stories and I have a few questions, if you don’t mind?

[JMitchell]: Sure. Fire away.

[NimbleKimble]: When you write your lead character Sam, are you writing from direct experience?

[JMitchell]: God, I wish!

[NimbleKimble]: So, it’s all just fantasy?

[JMitchell]: Not all but mostly, yes.

[NimbleKimble]: You have a very active imagination then, I commend you.What would you do if your partner suddenly played out one of the scenes you had written?

[JMitchell]: I’d be a very happy girl.But I’d also know I was dreaming.I neither have a partner, nor know anybody who is able to link my pen name and my real name.

[NimbleKimble]: Okay. Not a partner.Say me, for example.Imagine if I found out the truth and, for one night only, I became Sam.Wouldn’t that be an example of real life being way preferable to fiction?Would you go through with it?

 

Suddenly hyper-aware of her own heartbeat, Meg paused, unsure of how to respond.My God. That would be her dream; somebody who understood her, deep down.Instinctively and intuitively knew what she wanted, how she needed to be touched. Whilst Meg’s thoughts were racing away with her, further comments were being typed.Glancing at them, she wasn’t afraid to admit that they made her breath turn fast and shallow, whilst an insistent pulse began to beat between her legs.

 

[NimbleKimble]: Sam wouldn’t be edging his thick cock into some nameless brunette; he’d be sliding inside you.

[NimbleKimble]: His fingers would tease your body.

[NimbleKimble]: His tongue would snag across your nipples.

[NimbleKimble]: It would all be happening to you.For real.

[JMitchell]: Sorry, for the pause.Just taking a cold shower!But I sadly refer you to my previous answer and that situation won’t change.

[NimbleKimble]: Never say never.I hope we’re able to talk again soon.

--- NimbleKimble has left the conversation ---

 

Following an early morning run and an invigorating shower, Luke flipped open his laptop screen and tucked into a bowl of cereal. Deep in thought, he was reading an email from Meg when the back door opened and Jack strolled in.Luke jumped guiltily.

‘What you up to mate?’ asked Jack, clocking the message straight away.‘Beth not about?’

‘No, she’s staying with her sister for a few days,’ replied Luke closing the laptop screen firmly.

‘Everything okay with you two?’

‘Sure.Her sister’s just had a baby, so Beth’s gone there to help.’

Jack nodded, grabbed a glass and the carton of orange juice and sat down opposite Luke.

‘I couldn’t help noticing that email was from Meg. Do you need to talk?’

Luke was silent for a long moment and then shook his head.

‘Not really.I’m just failing on all fronts with Beth.Meg was trying to offer me some advice on how to fix things.’

Jack raised an eyebrow.This he had to see.

‘Can I take a look?’Luke re-opened the laptop, sighed and swung the screen around to face his brother.

‘I don’t expect you to understand,’ said Luke sadly.‘But I really thought Beth was the one.Things just seem to have become stale.She’s not interested in me anymore.’

‘She’s definitely still interested in you, buddy. Besides, why shouldn’t I understand that?’ questioned Jack, reading carefully down the screen, a look of distinct concentration on his face.

‘You’ve never had a problem with women!They’re like bees round honey.’

‘That’s where you’re wrong Lukie.As you kindly pointed out the other week, they’re the wrong kind of women.I might be able to attract them but keeping anything going long term…I envy what you and Beth have, to be honest,’ said Jack quietly, looking Luke directly in the eyes.

‘But we never seem to have sex anymore,’ said Luke sadly.

‘Ah, now relationships are not my forte, but sex, I can advise on,’ said Jack with a lopsided smile.I reckon Meg’s suggestions are a good starting point, but personally I think the plan is waytoo tame at the moment.Taking Beth to a nice hotel and buying some sex toys is not going to set the world alight. You need to put some proper effort into it and go for maximum impact.’

‘Well, I guess Meg’s about as experienced as me on these matters.She’s had even fewer partners than I have.’

‘Really?’ asked Jack, carefully logging that nugget of information.‘Well, sex is basically very easy.You just need to remember a few simple words,’ he said, pausing dramatically for effect.

‘Respect, honesty… humour?’ suggested Luke.

‘Viagra, Viagra, Viagra,’ said Jack, roaring with laughter.

‘Silly git!’ chortled Luke.‘I thought you were actually going to help me then.’Jack looked fondly across at him and exhaled slowly.

‘Because you’re my brother, and onlybecause you’re my brother, I will.Really great sex needs four key ingredients; creativity, technique, confidence and possibly most important of all, mischievousness.’

‘Mischievousness?’ queried Luke with a raised eyebrow.

‘Yeah.You’re got to push her boundaries.No actually, on second thoughts, blow her boundaries out of the water!Tease her until she screams.Make her beg with longing for you.’

‘How the hell do I do that?’ asked a perplexed looking Luke.

‘Don’t look so worried, mate.It’ll be a lot of fun for both of you,’ grinned Jack.‘Let me explain.’

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The full version of Fictional Fantasies (the exxxtended version) by Fenella Ashworth is available on Amazon (and Kindle Unlimited).  For more information, my website is www.fenellaashworth.com.

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