Capricious Gray is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. A mysterious voice suggests what she should purchase, then follows her home. After a night of hot sex, Capri is torn between the lust of fantasy or the lonely truth of reality.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers? More
As I put my glass down, the lights dimmed, music played—from somewhere—and the bed covers pulled back — even though I was sitting on them. A warm breath drifted across the back of my neck. Goose bumps ran up my spine and, embarrassingly, my nipples stood at attention. Flattering myself that I was handling this all very well, I picked up my wine glass, took a big gulp and decided to grab the bull by the horns – metaphorically speaking. "Are you a ghost? Because I don't believe in ghosts."
"No, I'm a Fate."
"You mean like, let the Fates decide?"
"Yes, that would be the best interpretation for you."
I tilted my head from side to side trying to figure out where his voice was coming from. "But the Fates are women. I know my Roman? Greek? mythology."
"That is mythology. This is reality."
Lifting one eyebrow, I snorted. "I'm talking to the air and you're calling it reality?"
"The three Fates were children of the original power."
I took another sip of wine. "So you're a child of the Fates?"
"Go forth and multiply."
"You're just full of one-liners."
"Humans do not believe in us and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'"
"That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor.
"I heard that."
Shivers slither through me as tiny sparklike feelings tickled my neck.
"We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually."
"Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."
I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?"
"You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly.
"Oooh!" When my breath returned, I asked the most logical question I could think of. "Why are you here?"
"Earlier tonight you said, 'Let's see what the Fates have in store'. Well the Fates have nothing in store for your friend, but for you…"
I picked up my wine glass and took a couple of good gulps.
"Lay back and relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I cannot. I can only provide pleasure." Something—for simplicity's sake, call it his hand —caressed my right shin.
I reacted as if my flesh had been burned–-but in a good way. It wasn't pain. Curiously, maybe a little bizarrely, but there was definitely a hint of wicked in the touch.
The same sensation scorched my left shin. Part of me needed to check if my flesh was flushed and blistered, but I couldn't move. I thought if I did, I would somehow break a spell. A bead of sweat dribbled down my neck.
With a movement as soft as the brush of a feather, both hands travelled up my thighs and stopped at my hips.
With a swift sweep, he skimmed my arms, legs, front, engulfing me in his touch.
My flesh tingled as goose bumps speckled my arms. The only sound I could hear was my breath as the pants escaped my lips. I opened my eyes. My body glowed from the heat.
An icy snake-touch slithered from my hips to neck. As fast as the coolness touched my body, heat filled its place.
A feverish fondle on my breast preceded a frosty streak across my neck, followed by a sizzling trail along my spine and an icy tap on my inner thigh. I couldn't focus. My heart pounded in my chest. My breath caught in my throat only to be snatched away by the next gasp. A blissful wave surged through me as I slipped into relaxed darkness.