Fantasy 1
Fantasy 1
One cold mid-autumn evening, Berilia dared to say what was troubling her mind. Even though it was wrong, even though it was too scandalous to be spoken, she confessed it, and it felt as liberating as she imagined.
“Yes, of course I have a wish, like everyone else “she whispered with that seductive tone that characterized her and that empty gaze directed nowhere” it’s more like a fantasy” she corrected herself, feeling the gaze of various men who entered the cafeteria to order coffee to go and sat down to drink it” I’ve been thinking about it for a long time” Berilia bit her lower lip, a tickle was born inside her” I would like to know what it feels like” she rolled her tongue on her palate and it was as if she savored saying” being raped.
“Beri, for the love of God,” her closest friend, Alice, muttered.
She had met her almost two years ago, back when Berilia needed tutoring to pay for her studies. Although the girl was quite young and still in high school, Berilia adored her. She had felt lonely all her life until she met Alice and then bumped into her current husband while the two were having dinner at a restaurant.
“Yes...” Berilia affirmed as she watched her gather her dark brown hair into a ponytail.
It was a little cold, but then why...?
Berilia was a little surprised at how fake everyone around her could be. She’d always known everyone had horrible thoughts, but she didn’t think it was possible for them to deny it even when they heard someone else say they had them too.
To tell the truth, Berilia has had this desire for a while; it was even more scandalous how it started; she could never say that. Seeing her father having violent sex with someone other than her mother, even though they were married, shouldn’t have been a reason for sexual desire to develop in her, but it did.
However, in her defense, the fantasy worsened one night when her husband couldn’t pick her up from college, so she had to leave on the London City train.
Because she was waiting for Robert, she was late. When she got to the subway, there was almost no one there. A few stops later, it was empty. Except for her and one other person.
An elderly gentleman in his sixties. Berilia never turned toward him, so she couldn’t recognize his face; she only felt it and heard his adult voice brush her ear.
“I wish I could...” he whispered, leaving her baffled. She wanted to turn around and ask, but the man pushed her against one of the train’s tubes and pressed his body against hers so she couldn’t move, making her feel his prominent erection.
Damn, just with that small gesture, Berilia was wet, her erect nipples were very evident in her translucent white blouse and even if they weren’t, Berilia had the habit of wearing necklines that let the pink edge of her nipples show a little.
She loved it, loved watching people squirm when they could see the pink hue of her nipple, loved seeing the fantasy and excitement reflected in their eyes. She could almost read the thoughts of the men who imagined fucking her body savagely.
Damn, she almost asked him to fuck her, but he just rubbed himself against her again and again, leaving his semen all over her purple skirt, which she washed as soon as she got home. She could be unfaithful, but she didn’t want to show it, at least not yet; their marriage was very recent, barely eleven months old.
But no, she wouldn’t have cared if that man had grabbed her on that subway, forced his penis inside her, and finally fulfilled her fantasy.
What she didn’t know was that she wouldn’t have to look too far, because well, as the people always say, walls have ears.
