Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Pinch it. Make me feel you.” He did and it caused bolts of molten heat to stab through her. “More,” she groaned.

  In one motion Jim grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled it from her skirt, popping one of the buttons in his haste. He quickly dragged it from her shoulders and, in one motion unfastened her bra and yanked it off, tossing both across the room. “Now what?” he asked, more a demand for an answer than a question.

  Ellen felt the cool air against her burning skin. “Your mouth,” she moaned. She cupped her breast. “Here.”

  “I want to see you,” he said, fumbling for the light and turning it on. “Oh, God, I knew you’d be beautiful.” He dropped his head and his mouth found her turgid nipple, drawing it inside.

  She was barely able to think, but in some far-away part of her brain she realized that she was as excited as she had been with Kevin. Different. Not better, just different. Different. As she cupped her palms against the sides of Jim’s head and held him close, his lips did magical things to her breast. Then his fingers found her other nipple and she was no longer capable of thinking anything.

  Without conscious thought, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  He held her, his mouth playing music on her lips, his chest hair rubbing against her wet nipples. Textures. It was all textures. His chest hair tickled her, his fingernails scratched her back, his soft lips nibbled at her mouth. Then he sat back, his eyes glazed. “The cloak is still around your shoulders,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me, what now?”

  “I want to see all of you. I want you to undress me, too. Let’s go inside.”

  She led him into her small bedroom and turned on the light. In one motion she pulled the covers off the bed and dumped them to the floor. She stood at the bottom of the bed, legs slightly spread. He knelt at her feet as he pulled off her shoes, lifting first one foot then the other. As he fumbled with her garters, he said, “I can’t get my fingers to work.”

  Quickly she pulled off her skirt and unhooked the garters. She dropped her hands at her sides as he slowly peeled the nylons down her legs. He pressed his face against the tops of her thighs and kissed the soft white skin there, allowing his breath to heat her. He rubbed his long mustache over her belly and she couldn’t decide whether it tickled or just drove her crazy. As he kissed her mound through her panties, he cupped her buttocks to hold her close.

  Ellen gently drew him up. “Now you,” she said. Marveling at the mat of sandy hair that covered his chest, she ran her fingers through the soft fur, then over his male nipples as he trembled beneath her palms. Unable to control her own body enough to crouch, she sat on the floor and tugged off his shoes and socks, then she slid her hands up the front of his pants, stroking the large bulge with her thumbs. She unbuttoned his slacks and lifted herself to her knees. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered, grasping the tab of the zipper in her teeth. Slowly, inexorably, the zipper opened. She remembered how good his breath had felt so, as the top of his pants parted, she blew on the opening of his shorts and smiled as she felt him shudder.

  His hands lifted her and together they lay down on the bed. He moved so they were head-to-foot and his mouth found her mound through her panties. His heat and the magic of his mouth made her crazy with need, but she restrained the urge to rip off clothing and drag him inside of her. Instead she covered her teeth with her lips and bit him through his shorts.

  “Damn, woman,” he growled, “if you do that I won’t last worth a damn.”

  “Who wants you to last?” she asked.

  “You’ve still got the cloak on,” he whispered.

  “Fuck me, she told him. “I want you inside of me. Now!”

  He yanked off his shorts and her panties and climbed off the bed. She watched as he found a condom in his pants pocket and opened the foil. “Let me do that,” she said.

  Taking the rolled latex, she held it against the tip of his penis and slowly—agonizingly slowly—unrolled it over him. “You said ‘Now!’ if I recall.”

  Ellen giggled. “So I lied.”

  “You can’t lie with the cloak around your shoulders.”

  She held his cock in her hand as he knelt over her. Raising her hips, she said, “Yes. Now! Do it!”

  He needed no help finding the center of her wet pussy and he plunged inside. Over and over he thrust, then found her clit with his fingers between their bodies. He angled his pelvis so he could piston into her while rubbing her nub with his thumb. “God, baby, so good,” he gasped.

  “So good,” she echoed as she climbed to the ultimate heights. She grabbed his ass cheeks and held him tightly against her as he came, then she joined him, the power and rhythm of his pounding pushing her over the edge.

  They lay together dozing for quite a while, until finally Ellen asked, “Is that cloak still around my shoulders?”

  “Of course,” Jim said.

  With a wicked grin she admitted, “I’m hungry. Let’s get dinner, then come back here later and see what develops.”

  Laughter coloring his voice, he said, “Done. I like the way you think.”

  “Way to go, Ellen!” Lucy cried, pumping her fist in the air. “I knew she had it in her. Seducing a man isn’t an easy task. She’s certainly becoming my kind of woman.”

  “Lucy,” Maggie said, appearing on a chair in the computer room. “You promised not to watch.”

  “She won’t know, and I only watched for a few moments.”

  “Lucy,” Angie said, “you didn’t.”

  Looking not the least bit contrite, Lucy said, “Let’s just say the devil made me do it.”

  “Right,” the two other women said.

  “So it seems Ellen’s becoming a sexual being,” Maggie said. “What’s left for me to do?”

  “She has to become a complete woman. She has to understand her power and her responsibility,” Angie said, “especially with all that money.”

  “Hey, who said anything about that?” Lucy argued. “All I wanted was for her to learn to fuck like a bunny.”

  “That’s not enough, Luce,” Angela said. “She’s learned a little about sex, thanks to Maggie here, but there’s more to real life than casual sex.”

  “You’re not talking about marriage and all that traditional claptrap, are you, love?” Lucy’s tail twitched.

  “No, not really. Now that she’s stuck her head out of her cocoon, she’s got to figure out where she fits. She’s got to leave the nest and make her place in the world.”

  Maggie sat forward in her chair. “That’s a bit out of my league. Am I supposed to teach her that, too? Me, who spent most of her life enjoying the hell out of casual sex? I think you’ve got the wrong woman for this part of the job.”

  “Not at all,” Angela protested. “You weren’t married for most of your adult life but you know where you fit. You gave pleasure, taught men about themselves, and saved many a marriage with your wisdom.”

  “Come on, Angela,” Maggie said, “I was just a hooker.”

  “If you had been just a hooker you wouldn’t be here. It’s the good you did that keeps you in limbo here with us.”

  “So what am I supposed to do now?”

  “Just be there when the time comes to help her understand where she’s going. Not a specific destination, just a direction. She has none right now.”

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

  “You will. Just be yourself and you’ll know what to say when the need arises. It will be a while, but the moment will come.”

  Maggie shook her head. “If you say so, ladies.”

  “We do,” the two women said together.

  As Maggie disappeared from the computer room, Lucy looked at Angela. “We do?”

  “We do.” Angela’s wings quivered as the two returned to their computer screens.

  It was wonderful for Ellen to watch the way Jim changed over the following weeks. They dated at least twice a week and th
eir lovemaking became freer and more creative, with Jim taking the lead as often as Ellen did. He laughed during sex and made suggestions about fantasies he’d like to act out. One evening he suggested that they listen to a random story on the CD and do whatever the characters in the tale enjoyed.

  Ellen giggled. “I know all the stories by heart by now,” she said, “so it would be unfair for me to pick one. They progress from the traditional to the, well let’s say kinky. Why don’t you pick a number from one to eight?”

  The twinkle in Jim’s eye was obvious. “You know, before I met you I would have picked one or two. Now, let’s see what number eight has to say.”

  Ellen hesitated, knowing the theme of that story. “You’re in for quite a surprise,” she said, pressing the play button.

  “Is there magic in the world? Skeptics doubt that magic exists, or ever did exist. Are they right? I don’t know, but there are still a few people who are willing to keep an open mind, people who believe in old stories, ancient legends, and possibilities. Like the possibilities inherent in the Wand of Forgetfulness.

  “ Look out!’ Phil, among others, shouted as the old woman started to cross the street. A taxi, careening around the corner, was heading straight for her.

  “The woman looked around, seemingly dazed by the shouting, still standing directly in the path of the speeding vehicle. ‘Look out, lady!’ Phil shouted again but the woman seemed frozen, unable to take the two steps that would move her out of harm’s way. No way around it, Phil thought. He leaped out into the street, grabbed the slight woman by the shoulders and dragged her onto the sidewalk just as the taxi roared past, the driver making obscene hand gestures.

  “ Goodness, young man,’ the woman said, her hand placed against the center of her chest, her breathing ragged. Trembling, she continued, ‘I heard you call, and saw the car but I couldn’t seem to move.’ She grasped Phil’s arm trying not to collapse.

  “ It’s okay now,’ phil said. ‘you’re safe and none worse for the wear.’

  “ Thanks to you.’ She placed her hand flat on her chest again and took several deep breaths. ‘My goodness I’m all fluttery. I can’t thank you enough.’

  “ I didn’t do anything special,’ he said. ‘I just did what had to be done. Lots of other people would have done the same.’

  “ But they didn’t and you did. You were very brave and you deserve a reward.’

  “Phil stared at the woman’s unkempt appearance. She seemed one step up from a bag lady, her clothes worn, patched, and many times washed, her straggly hair caught under a faded brown bandanna. ‘It’s nothing. Please don’t think about it anymore.’ He started to move toward the bus stop.

  “ I know you’re probably running late, but let me do what I want. It’s not nice to argue with an old lady.’ She rummaged in the large shopping bag that hung from one skinny wrist. ‘Here’s what I’m looking for,’ she exclaimed, withdrawing a slender box about a foot long and no larger around than a quarter. Pressing it into Phil’s hand, she said, ‘This is the Wand of Forgetfulness. If you touch someone on the shoulder with this, he or she will forget whatever you’ve done for the past hour or so. You could rob banks, tell your boss off, whatever. It’s of no use to me now and I do so want you to have it.’

  “Phil tried not to take the box but the woman persisted. ‘Please. Humor an old lady,’ she said, holding Phil’s hand closed around the box.

  “Realizing that it was easier to just take the silly thing than to argue, he shoved the package into his briefcase. ‘Thanks, ma’am,’ he said.

  “The woman patted him on the shoulder. ‘Use it wisely. Oh, and you can only use it three times. Then you have to give it away.’

  “ Sure. That’s wonderful. Thanks. Really. I appreciate it. Now I’ve got to catch my bus.’

  “ Of course. You’re my hero, young man, and thank you again for saving my life.’

  “Phil thought little about the slender box in his briefcase as he rode the bus home. After a dinner of Kentucky Fried Chicken with his wife, Kate, and their two children, he played with the kids while Kate finished up some business she’d brought home. After the children were in bed, Phil and Kate sat in the living room holding hands.

  “As he relaxed, Phil told Kate about the strange woman who had given him the Wand of Forgetfulness. ‘That’s really silly,’ Kate said, looking at the box in Phil’s hand. ‘I can’t believe she actually told you that. Do you think she believed it?’

  “ She seemed to believe every word of what she told me.’ He opened the box and withdrew a slender ebony rod with silver tips on each end. ‘It looks like one of those batons conductors use.’ He stood up and waved the stick in the air as if leading an orchestra. ‘I think it makes me look very distinguished.’

  “ You look silly,’ Kate said, grinning, ‘but awful cute.’

  “As he sat down, Phil tapped Kate on the shoulder with the wand. Kate looked a bit confused, then said, ‘What’s that thing?’

  “ What thing?’

  “ That stick. It looks like the thing conductors use with orchestras.’

  “Totally puzzled, Phil said, ‘This is the wand the old woman gave me.’

  “ ‘What old woman?’ Kate asked.

  “ Nothing,’ Phil said, shaking his head. He dropped back onto the sofa. She bad completely forgotten what be had just told her. Could what the old woman said be true? Did the wand really work? He had to think about it then maybe test it out. But he only had three cracks at it and he’d already used one. Stop it, he told himself. You’re starting to sound like you believe this junk.

  “Phil thought of little else for several days and finally decided to give the wand another chance. He called his secretary into his office, gave her a list of meaningless tasks, then touched her on the shoulder with the wand. She remembered nothing of what he had just said. Amazed he dismissed the baffled woman and dropped into his desk chair. It had actually worked, and he had one more opportunity to use it. What would he do?

  “Rob a bank? Not a chance. He wasn’t that kind of person. Tell his boss off? Why waste his final shot? No, he would have to wait and continue to ponder. There would be a right moment and he’d be ready.

  “Several weeks later, Kate and Phil sent the children to Kate’s parents overnight so they could attend a party with Kate’s boss and several important clients. Kate chose to wear an incredibly sexy teal-blue dress that was so tiny that as they stood around a table of hors d’oeuvres Phil saw several men gaze longingly at his wife’s neckline and great legs. Not that she flirted or gave them any encouragement, of course. He just had one hell of a sexy wife.

  “As he gazed at her, he focused on the amazingly erotic nape of her neck. He had always found that spot an incredible turn-on and the way she was wearing her hair, pinned up in a tight twist, just accentuated it. All Phil could think about was kissing and biting that deliciously tasty spot and the one where her neck joined her shoulder. He pictured himself ripping the dress off her body, tying her to the bed then kissing and fucking her senseless. He moved to ease the pressure in his suit pants. Tying her to the bed.

  “She’d never go for it, he thought. Not his sweet little wife, mother of his children, but hell he was hungry. He just wanted to throw her down and take her, eat her alive then fuck her brains out. He began to think about the Wand of Forgetfulness. He could do anything he wanted, then just tap her on the shoulder and she’d forget. He could really do it.

  “Suddenly the bulge in his pants grew to still more uncomfortable proportions. I can do whatever I want, then just tap her and she’ll forget. I can have the best sex ever and it would fuel fantasies forever. He sighed and slipped a hand into his pants pocket so he could adjust his cock more comfortably in the front of his jockey shorts. How am I going to last until we can leave? he wondered. The evening dragged but he made it through, thinking and planning, deciding exactly what he was going to do, and how. He had it all figured out by the time they arrived back at their house.


  “ That was a really nice evening,’ Kate said, yawning. ‘I’m beat.’

  “ Let’s go upstairs,’ Phil said, guiding his wife up to their bedroom. When he had closed the door behind them, he ordered, ‘Take that dress off.’

  “Kate looked at him a bit startled. When she didn’t move quickly enough Phil said, ‘Take it off. Now! Unless you want it ripped off your body.’

  “Kate stared, then giggled and said, ‘I love you when you’re masterful.’ She slithered out of the dress and stood there dressed in a silk slip, a slight grin on her face.

  “ You won’t be smiling long,’ Phil snapped. ‘Get over here.’ God it felt good, giving instructions. And when it was all over he’d just make her forget.

  “Slowly Kate walked over looking a bit puzzled. ‘Baby, what’s gotten into you?’

  “ I just want to fuck your sweet body.’ He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, holding both in one large hand. He grabbed the back of her head with the other and buried his face in the soft skin of her neck. He nibbled, then bit her, not strongly enough to cause real pain, just enough to make her body stiffen. He devoured her shoulders, then nipped his way up to her ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth and used his teeth until he felt her breathing quicken. He turned her around and, still holding her wrists, he licked and bit the nape of her neck for several long minutes.

  “When he had kissed and licked and nibbled as much as he wanted, he pushed her onto the bed. He had thought it all through so without giving her a chance to react, he quickly grabbed two of his ties and fastened Kate’s hands to the headboard. He watched as she squirmed, admiring what her writhing did to her breasts as they pressed against the satiny fabric of her slip. ‘Baby, what’s this all about?’ she hissed.

  “ I want you. This way. My way. And you can’t do anything about it.’ He watched her start to speak, then close her mouth. ‘Good girl. You have no say in this.’ When she remained silent, he continued, ‘Good. I see you understand. Now, I hope you’re not wearing panty hose.’ He yanked off her shoes and, finding stockings and garters, he unfastened one stocking and dragged it down her leg. Then he used it to tie her ankle to the footboard. He quickly did the same to her other leg.