Fantasy is something imagined. It's the place where the realities of life are rejected or discarded, where our minds play, releasing energies denied to us by social conditioning and convention. And in that moment, we sincerely believe in them, and experience them, invested with realism. Some fantasies we find thrilling and our reaction is physical; that tingling autonomous sensory meridian response with goosebumps, a rush...

Windows are thrown wide, desperate to catch a breeze. I lie naked, bathed in moonlight yet drenched in sultry humidity, craving cool comfort and... something else. He's here. Somewhere in the shadows, out of reach, a calm, controlled sigh rises over the zip and rustle of unnecessary clothes. Eyes closed. The mattress beneath sways gently. Skin slides softly over the crisp, cotton sheet. A sandalwood cologne fills the air...