Earlier this week we published an excerpt from Tracey Cox’s awesome new book,Â Dare: What Happens When Fantasies Come True, which isÂ available now on Amazon for your Kindle. The excerpt explains how and why fantasizing can improve your sex life. Today, in a second excerpt from the book, a British woman named Madison (you’ll notice some fun U.K. slang!) who is 24 and works in sales, shares her ultimate fantasy… and what happened when she tried to make it come true!
Iâm traveling with a work colleague who I have always lusted after. Weâre both single and we travel together a lot for business. We get on really well but Iâve never been able to tell if he fancies me or just likes me as a friend. The night before our flight, we were up late schmoozing clients, so weâre both a bit hungover and in silly moods. He looks even hotter than usual because he hasnât shaved and I love the stubble â his jaw line is square and the stubble just accentuates it. Heâs got long, dark eyelashes and gorgeous blue eyes, and every time we work together half of me works while the other fantasizes about the two of us getting it on. We both line up to board the plane and are delighted to find weâve been bumped up from Business to First-Class. Itâs an eight-hour flight and weâre both looking forward to having a glass of wine and then passing out on the flat beds. We settle in, chat a bit, then both start watching movies while enjoying our wine.
In First-Class, there are about a zillion films to choose from and I end up watching an old movie: 8 Mile starring Eminem and Brittany Murphy. Thereâs an incredibly hot sex scene in it thatâs explicit and looks really real, like theyâre really having sex, not just acting for the cameras. The combination of the hangover (Iâm always up for sex the day after drinking), the wine, the sexy luxury of being in First and my hot colleague sitting next to me, makes me feel really turned on. I surreptitiously play the same sex scene over and over, rewinding and replaying. My colleague is blissfully unaware of my high state of excitement because Iâve angled the screen so he canât see what Iâm watching. (Well, thatâs what I think, anyway!) Eventually, I get to the point where Iâm desperate for release and it just so happens, I have a small bullet vibrator in my hand luggage. I discreetly get it out of my bag, pocket it and get up out of my seat, smiling at my friend and pointing to the loo to explain where Iâm going. He looks at me intently and we lock eyes. I flush. For a moment, it feels like heâs reading my mindÂ and knows exactly what Iâm going to the loo to do . . . Read the rest of this entry »