Game We Play I: Amy's Surprise
Copyright 2011 by Lane Masters
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From the diary of Amy Michaels:
We've decided to start playing a game, Derek and I. Our sex life has been dragging lately, just sort of been going stale, and we really need to liven things up a bit.
So, we sat down last night and both of us made a list of fantasies, holding nothing back. I guess the bottle of wine we had shared kind of loosened us up a bit, because we wrote down the secret things we had thought about for years, the images we play in our heads when we are screwing, the forbidden fantasies that make us come. We didn't share them as we were writing, so I don't know what Derek put on his six cards, although knowing him, I can bet they won't be all pleasant for me. Though to be honest, I'm not sure how much he is going to enjoy being fucked up the ass by Brick, the Saturday night bouncer from the club downtown, when it is his turn. Hell, I don't know what made me write that one down. Wine has always made me too loose.