Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (13 page)

Kayla shook her
head as if to clear it. “I thought you said no animals?”

“Well, with the
popularity of all those vampire books and movies, we do occasionally stage
scenarios with supernatural elements. We have one rather hairy SF who makes a
passable werewolf. With some help from our make-up and prosthetics team, of
course. And don’t forget alien abductions. Some women find an anal probe quite
titillating.”

“Clearly, I had
no idea of the range of services you provide.”

“We do enjoy a
challenge, but most women are just looking to live out something they’ve
coveted their whole lives, but haven’t had either the confidence or opportunity
to pursue. For some that means experimenting with multiple partners, or
individuals from a different race, or gender. For others, like you, it’s a
situation that you may have encountered, but which has never been resolved. And
you need to experience it to its logical conclusion so you can move on. To
exorcise it, if you will.”

“How did you
know that? Maybe I just have a thing for cowboys. Many women do. At least
judging by all the romance novels featuring them.”

“Perhaps. But if
that was the case, you would have just asked to simply have carnal relations
with a man in a cowboy hat. Maybe some chaps. Instead, you’ve requested a very
specific scenario where you, ‘secretly watch a tall, well-built ranch-hand
pleasure himself.’ Is this correct?”

Kayla couldn’t
help it. She blushed madly. Despite Miss Bright’s detached tone, her fantasy
sounded positively twisted when said out loud. “Umm… Yes. That’s correct.”

Miss Bright
tapped the page with her pen. “We seem to be lacking some detail here. The more
specific you are, the more vivid we can make your fantasy. For instance, in
your fantasy, does the ranch-hand find his release from masturbation alone? Or
does he find it with you?”

Oh God. Was she
actually talking about this with this icy stranger? But she didn’t see how she
could avoid it if her fantasy was going to become a reality. “Hopefully, both.
I mean, I would, uh, like to watch him finish. And then after he discovers I’ve
been watching him….” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say, then I’d like him
to fuck me, good, long, and very, very hard. This very proper woman before her
seemed about as sexual as a robot. She couldn’t possibly know what it was like
to hunger for the weight and heat of a man. His deep penetration and
overwhelming, single-minded passion.

“You’d like him
to become aroused again and provide you with multiple orgasms through oral and
then vaginal sex? What about anal?”

Kayla just
blinked for a moment. “I think I’d rather not check that box. Thanks. I’m not a
prude about it, but I think that’s probably not part of my fantasy. Is it a
common request?”

“Hardly. But it
does come up every once in awhile. Some women are curious about it and don’t
feel comfortable asking their regular partners because they think they’ll be
judged. Or they don’t trust their partner’s competence in that particular brand
of pleasure.”

“Okay then. No,
to the anal. Is there anything else I need to tell you?”

“Actually, yes.
You said you wanted the cowboy to discover you spying on him. What do you
envision his reaction to be? Angry? Embarrassed? Playful?”

Kayla paused.
What did she want his response to be? How would Jake have reacted? Funny, she’d
never thought about that. She'd just imagined him kissing her at the time. Not
how he would have felt about her watching him. As she grew older, and her
fantasies regarding that day had grown raunchier, kissing had turned into
enthusiastic and gradually kinkier sex. But would he have been angry? Probably.
He had definitely thought of her as a pest, not a sexual creature at all. But
she had loved him with all her adolescent, angst-ridden heart.

About the Author

Verena Vincent lives in
the Lower Mainland of British Columbia with her overweight, miniature lion.
(He's actually a fluffy orange tabby who thinks he's a lion, but he does roar
frequently, so maybe he's not that delusional.) When she isn't writing about
strong, funny alpha males with a talent for talking dirty, she can be found at
her full-time job or possibly walking along many of the forest trails to be
found near her home. She's also addicted to texting and has a passion for Mint
Moose Tracks ice cream.