Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“So,” I say, feeling the need to explain myself further, “unlike them, you might have, you know... limits.”
Her eyes darken. “Don’t piss on me. Don’t crap on me. Don’t hurt me. That’s it.”
She’s taken my breath away. “I have no interest in doing any of those things,” I say.
“Other than those three things, do whatever you want to me,” she says. “Literally.” Her eyes flicker. “In fact, I want you to.”
I have never been more attracted to a woman than I am right this very minute. I clear my throat. “Please tell me you’re not fucking with me right now.”
“I’m not fucking with you,” she says, heat rising in her cheeks. “I often fantasize I’m a high-end call-girl. It’s what I imagined when I gave you that blowjob in the shower.” She licks her lips. “I can’t begin to tell you how much that turns me on.”
My dick physically hurts, it’s so hard.
“That’s why I came when you did—because I was fantasizing I’d just given you your money’s worth.”
“Oh.”
“So I guess I’m a sick fuck, too,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”
I nod. “That’s very okay with me.”
“Good. Then let’s just agree once and for all we don’t give a shit if we’re sick fucks. If we are, then so what. Fuck Emma. She’s a bitch.” Her eyes blaze. “Yeah, I said it. Fuck her. And fuck anyone else who has a problem with what turns us on. We’re not screwing goats, right? We’re gonna screw each other—and maybe one woman-to-be-named later, too.” She snickers. “Fuck anyone who makes you feel ashamed of what you like, Josh, including Emma the Bitch.”
I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. A fucking awesome alternate universe.
Kat smiles broadly and touches my face gently. “We’ll fulfill each other’s fantasies, right down the line. It’ll be the honesty-game, sexual edition.” She skims her fingertip over my lips. “Are you in?”
“I’m so fucking in.”
She drops her hands from my face. “I should warn you, though, most of my sexual fantasies are gonna require you to role-play. You’re gonna have to be all-in—assume your part.”
“No problem.”
“And if we’re really gonna do this, then I wanna go big or go home.”
“That’s my motto.”
“I thought YOLO was your motto.”
“I have several.”
“It’s not the particular sex act that gets me going, it’s the scene—the scenario. I don’t care what you wanna do to me, as long as you set the right scene for me and let me lose myself.”
My heart is racing. “Good to know. Name it, we’ll do it. I’ll make it happen for you exactly like you want it.”
“But, wait. Think about it before you commit. Getting the scene the way I fantasize about it might take some planning on your part—and I can’t be the one who arranges stuff. It has to happen to me, you know?—as if it’s real. That’s what’s gonna let me lose myself completely. It’s like The Wizard of Oz. I wanna see the giant, talking head of Oz the whole time—I don’t wanna see the man behind the curtain.”
I grin. “Babe, I’ve got this. Tell me all your fantasies, in detail, just like you told me the others, and I’ll make ’em all come true, to the letter. I’ll be your own personal Make-A-Wish Foundation.”
She smiles broadly. “My own personal Josh Faraday Club,” she corrects.
I wink at her. “Yours truly.”
“Oh my God, I’m so excited.” She wiggles in her seat. “When would we do this fantasy-exchange thing?”
“As soon as humanly possible,” I say, my cock straining.
Her eyes are absolutely smoldering. “I wish we could start right now.”
“Well, yeah, but unfortunately we gotta save the world first.”
She snaps her fingers. “Damn it. Saving the world always gets in the way of acting out mini-pornos.”
I laugh. “I tell you what. Right after we’re done saving the world, we’ll get started on our fantasy-fulfillment extravaganza that very night—right here in Vegas. We’ll take a couple days to decompress, just you and me, before we have to return to our real lives for a bit. How ’bout we do my fantasies first here in Vegas and then we’ll conquer yours the first chance we get in L.A.—because it sounds like yours are gonna take some advance planning.”
“Sounds good,” she says. “Better than good.”
I breathe deeply, my body electrified. This woman’s a dream come true.
“So let’s talk about the whole watching-me-with-another-woman fantasy,” she says. “Who’s she gonna be? How are we gonna find her?”
“She can be anyone you want, as long as she’s clean. Look in my sick fuck folder if you want. I’m sure Henn could track any of those ladies down.”
She makes a face. “I deleted that folder.”
“Oh, baby, my computer backs up daily. It’s in The Cloud.”
She rolls her eyes.
I laugh.
“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me. And here I thought you were so Zen.” She shrugs. “Well, I don’t wanna do it with one of those girls. I want someone new.”