As long as he could recall, they’d “confessed” their secrets to one another — and he’d shared his secret sexual fantasies.

My lifelong fantasy object has been my childhood neighbor Shari, an exquisite mix of Caucasian, Malayan and who knows what other bloodlines who lived next door to us. She developed into a true head turner, with dark hair, a beautiful face, big dark eyes set against delicate features, and alabaster skin. She has a lovely figure, and the subtle, graceful swing of her hips when she walks unmistakably signals passion in check awaiting release.

My fantasizing started when Shari was finishing high school and grew through the years, and it has intensified to compel a daily viewing through the windows of my mind. There was always a strong sexual current between us... Read More