I Agreed to Be the Actress in My Husband’s Fantasy
I walked into the room blindfolded, nearly naked under my coat, not knowing who was waiting for me on the other side of the music. Only my husband’s voice guided me.
I walked into the room blindfolded, nearly naked under my coat, not knowing who was waiting for me on the other side of the music. Only my husband’s voice guided me.
When the train left without me, I thought the night was lost. Then I saw him across the platform, motionless, looking at me as if he’d been waiting forever.
I went into the bathroom wearing my thong and came out with it tied in my hair. I had no idea the line for the theater would be the longest part of the night.
I wear the thong under my cycling shorts and no one knows. It’s my secret on the bike, the beginning of the fantasy I rehearse in my head again and again.
I said I had heartbreak just so someone would look at me. I didn’t expect two strangers to take my cure so seriously… or for me to let them.
I get home, strip naked on the couch, and lose count. It’s my routine, my secret, the only thing I truly need at the end of the day.
I left them by the washing machine like just another garment, but the moment I brought them to my nose I knew that woman had planned everything from the start.
In front of the screen, with a cloth between my teeth so I wouldn’t scream, I obeyed every order from a man whose face I never saw. And I’d do it again.
It all started with a picture on my phone. Ten days later I can’t get out of bed without thinking about when I’ll get to touch myself again.
I bought that toy out of sheer boredom. What I didn’t calculate was that the building manager would end up holding it in his hands, looking me in the eyes.
I had never thought about it until my new friends mentioned it. That night, alone in my room, curiosity won out over fear.