Kayla couldn’t help it. She blushed madly. Despite Miss Bright’s detached tone, her fantasy sounded positively twisted when said out loud. “Umm… Yes. That’s correct.”
Miss Bright tapped the page with her pen. “We seem to be lacking some detail here. The more specific you are, the more vivid we can make your fantasy. For instance, in your fantasy, does the ranch-hand find his release from masturbation alone? Or does he find it with you?”
Oh God. Was she actually talking about this with this icy stranger? But she didn’t see how she could avoid it if her fantasy was going to become a reality. “Hopefully, both. I mean, I would, uh, like to watch him finish. And then after he discovers I’ve been watching him….” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say, then I’d like him to fuck me, good, long, and very, very hard. This very proper woman before her seemed about as sexual as a robot. She couldn’t possibly know what it was like to hunger for the weight and heat of a man. His deep penetration and overwhelming, single-minded passion.
“You’d like him to become aroused again and provide you with multiple orgasms through oral and then vaginal sex? What about anal?”
Kayla just blinked for a moment. “I think I’d rather not check that box. Thanks. I’m not a prude about it, but I think that’s probably not part of my fantasy. Is it a common request?”
“Hardly. But it does come up every once in awhile. Some women are curious about it and don’t feel comfortable asking their regular partners because they think they’ll be judged. Or they don’t trust their partner’s competence in that particular brand of pleasure.”
“Okay then. No, to the anal. Is there anything else I need to tell you?”
“Actually, yes. You said you wanted the cowboy to discover you spying on him. What do you envision his reaction to be? Angry? Embarrassed? Playful?”
Kayla paused. What did she want his response to be? How would Jake have reacted? Funny, she’d never thought about that. She'd just imagined him kissing her at the time. Not how he would have felt about her watching him. As she grew older, and her fantasies regarding that day had grown raunchier, kissing had turned into enthusiastic and gradually kinkier sex. But would he have been angry? Probably. He had definitely thought of her as a pest, not a sexual creature at all. But she had loved him with all her adolescent, angst-ridden heart.
About the Author
Verena Vincent lives in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia with her overweight, miniature lion. (He's actually a fluffy orange tabby who thinks he's a lion, but he does roar frequently, so maybe he's not that delusional.) When she isn't writing about strong, funny alpha males with a talent for talking dirty, she can be found at her full-time job or possibly walking along many of the forest trails to be found near her home. She's also addicted to texting and has a passion for Mint Moose Tracks ice cream.
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