*ring ring*
Bob answered his office phone and heard the voice of his girlfriend Emily on the line.

Emily: Afternoon sweetie
Bob: Hi Hon, wants going on?
Emily: Oh, you know, just preparing to make your fantasy come true.
Bob: Oh, which one?
Emily: You know better than to ask that. It’s a secret and you will just have to wait until tomorrow.
Bob: Come on, give me a hint.
Emily: I’ve got to go. Love you. Bye

Bob groaned and hung up the phone. Emily had been teasing him every day this week about making one of his fantasies come true. They discussed many things while dating, but he couldn’t seem to recall revealing any fantasies. The tension was almost killing him. He was finding it difficult to concentrate on work and that call just finished him off. There was no way to concentrate now. Grabbing his jacket, he draped it over his arm to cover the bulge in his pants, and walked out of the office. Luckily, by leaving early, he beat rush hour and was home in no time.

Whipping up something for dinner, he really wished Emily would stop by. Oh well, he finished dinner and sat down to eat. Flipping on the TV, he tried to block out the day. It seemed that channel after channel all he kept seeing were sexual things. Damn it, I have to deal with it or I’m going to go nuts. Finishing off dinner and tossing the dishes in the sink, he headed to the bedroom.

Before laying down he made sure he had a glass of water, some lotion, a towel, and a fresh story on his MP3 player from Nobilis Erotica. Everything seemed to be there, so he queued up the story. Just then the phone rang *ring ring*. DAMN he though, who could that be? He pressed pause and answered the phone.

Emily: Hi Hon, How are you doing?
Bob: I’m horny as hell, how do you think I’m doing? You’ve been teasing me all week!
Emily: heh heh, that’s good to know. Could you do something sexy for me?
Bob: Sure
Emily: Promise?
Bob: Yeah, what do you want me to do to you baby?
Emily: Oh, not to me, for me. I don’t want you to cum tonight.
Bob: *groan* Come on!
Emily: You promised and it will be worth it.
Bob: and if it isn’t?
Emily: If it isn’t, I’ll empty you myself!
Bob: Is that a promise?
Emily: It sure is hot stuff.
Bob: Alright.
Emily: Sweet dreams, Love you
Bob: Love you too.



Saturday morning


Emily entered Bob’s house as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake him just yet. She took her shoes off and tip toed through the place and into Bob’s room. After watching him sleep for a while, she slowly pealed the covers off him with an evil grin.