Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the sixty-ninth piece in this series. This week’s is a 780-worder by erotica commercial short story, non-fiction author, poet, interviewee and spotlightee Elizabeth Cage. This story will be podcasted in episode 24 (Sunday 5th May).
Fantasies by Elizabeth Cage
Jonathan had always been a greedy man.
Okay, so I realise a lot of blokes fantasise about having sex with two women. Fair enough, I suppose. I mean, if you presented me with the opportunity of having a threesome with two hot guys, preferably Daniel Craig and Johnny Depp, then no doubt I’d give it a go. So I had some sympathy with Jonathan’s fantasy. But three women? Well, that is sheer piggery, in my view. Still, a girlfriend aims to please, so I decided to make the necessary arrangements, in secret of course. I believe it is the element of surprise that elevates a fantasy from a mere standard meal to a gourmet feast…
Lying here, my wrists tied to the bedpost with black tights and my ankles lashed to the foot of the bed with my company tie, I tremble with anticipation. My girlfriend, Lexi, had a delicious glint in her eye as she pulled the knots tight. We’ve been together for a while now and she understands my needs so I had the feeling she might do something like this to celebrate my birthday – and my recent promotion.
‘Is he ready?’
I don’t recognise the woman’s voice coming from downstairs. It isn’t Lexi. Who has she brought in? I experience a rush of excitement, tinged with a little fear. What if she has enlisted Carla, our sexy next door neighbour? Or perhaps the gorgeous brunette who works in the local betting shop? Lexi knows I fancy her.
What’s this? Another voice, different again. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, approaching the bedroom. I know they are outside, deliberately making me wait, to increase my anticipation. Slowly, the door opens, but I can’t see who’s there because Lexi has used a towel to blindfold me. I wish she’d chosen something softer, or at least used fabric conditioner in the wash, because the material feels all scratchy on my face.
‘Here – you’ll need this.’
Another woman? How many has she invited? I’m beginning to feel unexpectedly nervous.
‘Well, he’s certainly ready for it.’ Ah, at last. A familiar voice.