Fantasy

The soft smell of burning candles fills the room. It is dark, heavy drapes keeping the moonlight at bay so that only the gentle wash of warm light from the candles illuminates the room. The room is perfect, designed for pleasure, with plush carpets, a large fireplace, a massive canopied bed and an adjoining bathroom with a large tub big enough for two.

The bed is covered in blood-red satin.

John waits, anxious and excited, for her to arrive. She is the woman of his darkest fantasies, a goddess of passion and pleasure. As if from his dreams, she is perfect in every way. He is hard already, waiting for her, imagining her beautiful hazel eyes looking up at him as her expert lips wrap around his cock. He thinks about the feel of her auburn hair, softer than seems possible, surrounding her beautiful face in waves. He remembers the feel of her, soft and supple.

A soft knock on the door.

It is her. It is Doe. It is fantasy.