Angel sank into his couch with a steaming mug of black coffee in hand and pulled his laptop closer on the coffee table. His head felt fuzzy with too much sleep. After a busy week and two late nights at work, he’d allowed himself the luxury of sleeping in, and now it was past noon and he hadn’t even showered yet. It was a blissful feeling.
There was one new message in his work inbox, and he finished his coffee and clicked sleepily through a news portal before finally opening it. He smiled as he read through the email.
I got your address from my friend Laura, who used your services a month ago. She spoke highly of you, and she thought that a meeting with you might be beneficial for me, too.
I am thirty-two and a recent divorcee. One of the many reasons for my marriage failing were irreconcilable differences in our sexual temperaments. My ex-husband was a man of very tame preferences and a low sex drive, while I always needed… more. Which is why I’m writing to you.
I know I would like to explore my needs and fantasies in my future relationships, but as a faithful wife of ten years, I’ve never let myself experience those wishes and desires outside of my own head. Before I go out there and scare any potential dates away with my rampant sexual fantasies, I would like to see whether they really are what I want. I’ve been told that you may be able to help with that.
I am not sure if it’s appropriate to describe my preferences in detail here, so I shall wait for your reply.
Kindly consider my request,
Angel wrote a quick response:
It’s perfectly appropriate – welcome, even – to describe your desires and fantasies here. I would love to build an encounter for you that will let you test your preferences and boundaries in a safe environment, but I need to know as much as possible about what you want. Describe it to me please, in as much detail as you see fit. Be bold; be open. Don’t worry about propriety. In this space, you can be exactly who you want to be.
I’ll be waiting for your response.
He pushed the laptop away and got up from the couch, stretching as he padded to the bathroom. He’d had clients like this; there were always a few who seemed shy, inhibited at first. Quite often, they turned out to be the ones who enjoyed themselves the most once they shed their armor of propriety.
Sure enough, by the time he was back from the shower, Amy had sent him another message – and oh, what a message it was! Grinning, Angel read through the detailed instructions, already constructing the encounter in his head.
This one should be interesting…
Authors note: Custom-Made Fantasy is a little project connected with my book, “Love Starved”. Since we don’t get to see Angel’s point of view in the novel, I would like to use this bi-weekly column to show glimpses of his inbox – and glimpses of him as a person, too.
firstname.lastname@example.org is a real, functioning address of a fictional character. You can write to Angel, if you want – I’m sure he would love to hear about your fantasies, too. But please be aware that by sending a message to this address, you’re allowing the use of it in little drabbles written for this column. I will never use real names or addresses here, just the contents. I can not promise to use every message I get.
If you want to send a message to Angel without revealing your email address, you can use the Ask box on my tumblr, katefierro.tumblr.com. Remember to check the “anonymous” button!