The Fantasy Factory

By Amelie

Napoleon French believes he’s totally in control, only there’s a little twist that definitely puts the girls on top.

• Language: English
• Publisher: e-ROTICA
• Release date: May 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370730001

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Napoleon French believes he’s totally in control, only there’s a little twist that definitely puts the girls on top.

Napoleon

PEACHES COLLAPSED BACK into the pillow and began to laugh.

That was great. She paused to catch her breath. I don’t what got into you today. You were like an animal.

Our hands met in the space between us and our fingers curled into a knot. I love the sex we have, but the time just after is special in a different way. It’s as if we’ve become one and every thought and feeling we have is on the same wavelength. I only wish it lasted longer.

It was, I told her. I’d do it all again if I wasn’t so exhausted. The truth was it hadn’t been as good as that for ages and we both knew it, so I think we were both relieved to be back in the saddle.

So what was it that got you going today?

The advert I’d seen on my PC popped into my mind. THE FANTASY FACTORY – Make Your Dreams Come True. It looked a little bit too good to be true, but I clicked the link anyway. And there it was. A cornucopia of things they claimed they could make come true. They had everything from parachute jumps to swimming with dolphins on the home page, but it was the Adults Only tab that caught my attention.

Now I was in a different world. The menu went on forever. I don’t even know what some of them meant, but I didn’t have time to find out. They had photos of Medieval torture chambers, Roman orgies and plane toilets. And the pictures? There was enough to drive a man insane. I’d been thinking about them all day and wondering if there was any way I could get into Peaches’ mind so that I could work out what she really wanted.

I’ve been wondering about you. Daydreaming at work.

Tell me more, you sexy beast you.

About what we might do to spice things up a little.

Peaches propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me. Her pert breasts stared right at me with those perfectly formed nipples of hers. I reached out and stroked them with the back of my hand. I had her full attention now and there was no going back.

It’s not as simple as it sounds. My mouth went dry and the prospect of what I was about to say. Perhaps it would be a step too far and she’d never forgive me. You see, I don’t actually know what it is that you might want. It’s like there’s a door to your secrets and I’ve never been able to find the key.

Oh, you’ve always managed to unlock me. You know that.

That’s not what I mean. It’s more of finding out what it is that lurks deep inside you. Your fantasies. The secret desires about what you’d like to happen to you.

You want me to tell you everything, is that it?

She didn’t seem too shocked, so I decided to press.

I don’t need to know everything. I thought you might want to start gently.

There’s nothing gentle about my fantasies, I can promise you that.

Now she was talking.

How about you just choose three things. A green, an amber and a red.

Like the traffic lights.

Exactly. One simple, one more risky and then something from the hot end of the spectrum.

Her gaze shifted from me to the ceiling. Revealing something like that to someone, it takes an awful lot of trust. The tone seemed to have changed for a moment, but then she cracked into a smile. So it’s a good job I’d trust you with my life, I suppose.

She lay back down on the bed. Slid her hand under the duvet and in between her legs. Licked her lips and raised her eyebrows.

And now, she said, "If you’re lying