It is only when I finally get around to transforming it into a full-length fantasy that I finally flesh it out. If the fantasy is recent and still fre...sh in my mind, then I retell it mostly as it happened. If it is more ancient and somewhat faded, I let my imagination come up with the details surrounding the basic concept. As such, my fantasies are a blend of reality and fiction. This particular fantasy happened a few months ago. I had only just created my bucket listfor those of you who are. She then plopped herself onto my lap, wrapped her arms around my shoulder and shook her head.“It is okay, Davik,” Trina replied with a laugh. “While you may not have woken us up getting out, we were able to tell, none the less, and that slowly woke us. Once we saw you gone, we decided to get up and start cooking. That way, you do not have to wait for food. We will start cooking the full breakfast for the others once we have taken care of you.”She gave me a kiss on the nose and then scampered. Her husband was having prostate problems and thus had no sex drive while she was at the height of her sexual desire. Masturbation usually got her through the rough patches, but the toy she usually used had finally run down and had broken yesterday. It didn't help she had spent an hour before work shopping for a new vibe online. She had several meetings scheduled today, at best she might sneak a quick fingering in the bathroom at lunchtime."BBZZZZ..." her alarm went off. It was time for her. When the decorator had finished the house had metamorphosed into the year two thousand and eight. It seemed bigger, light colours predominated, the kitchen gutted and re-fitted with modern appliances and a conservatory had been built on to the back, a wedding present from Bob. Eve and I settled quite easily into married life, without the hiccups that could arise as two people got used to sharing life. We shared all the mundane tasks, cleaning, cooking, and gardening and most importantly the.