Moonlight, white silk sheets, and dark raven hair dominate my sight. She had given me a key. Maybe she’d forgotten . . . or maybe not. Once through the door I inhaled deeply and took in her expensive scent.

I fought to keep my eyes from closing, from losing sight of her curves under the silk. Mmmm, perhaps she was expecting me.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I observed her lines, her breathing. Her fingers gripped the pillow. I leaned in to her neck . . . her reactions were faster.

Lips found mine.

Hands pulled me to her.

She kissed me deep, her hand in my hair . . . while the other was searching.

“Glenn?”

“Wha?” I woke, looking up into dark eyes.

“You were gasping for breath, are you okay?”

“I was lost in a dream, a fantasy.” I smiled.

“Well, everyone needs a fantasy.”

I laughed. “Yeah.

She leaned over me her face close to mine.

“And you know what I always say.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“My single-minded aim is to give existence to fantasy.”

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This is my contribution to the Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge. Hosted this week by my co-host, Colleen Chesebro on SilverThreading.com. The theme is Fantasy. Click here  to see other entries and to enter yourself if you like.

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