Chapter 1: Corrine's Fantasies

MORE foreplay.

With the starting point changed, she slid her fingertips to her neck and prepared to restart the first scene.

She clapped her hands and as the director gave the command.

“ACTION!”

Her eyes narrowed, she set her lips again to start the daydream, but then her mouth immediately twisted, she knit her eyebrows together, and her stare hardened reflecting her disapproval of that choice.

Not nearly early enough!

Frustrated, she restarted her fantasy with Bill kissing her softly on her cheek, smiled briefly, then shook her head.

Stop trying to be creative and just pick something that’ll work.

And finally, she nodded her head to approve starting with the first time she met Bill Johnstone. It was one of the starting points she always enjoyed and could rely on. With her jaw set, she pursed her lips, her eyes became slits as she sharpened the picture, and the action of the first scene began as she envisioned Bill’s eyes widening and then focusing as he studied her eyes, her mouth, her chest, her waist, finally encompassing all of her. As that scene rolled forward to connect with the next scene and that one connected to another scene to create her fantasy, her eyes twinkled with a naughty glint, her mouth morphed from a soft warm smile into a slightly lascivious, sly grin and the fantasy ended with Bill’s good bye that morning, hot, passionate, warm, and loving before his final thrust, the last hot spurt entering her, the soft farewell squeeze of her vagina as she felt Bill withdraw the last bit of the tip from her, the sticky, hot trickle flowing from her vagina between her buttocks, and their fluffy white comforter snugged up tightly under her chin with her eyes closed as she tried to hold onto feeling the warmth of his semen inside her. Even though it was before she got out of bed to start her day, the memory of that feeling inside her still made her tingle.

The unrelenting clock continued to click away as it went about its task as timekeeper reminding her of their ongoing love/ hate struggle. She knew that she was running out of time for her reverie but soon the star of the movie, Bill Johnstone himself, would be there. Five minutes more was all that she said she would indulge herself but fifteen minutes later she gave herself a final push as she gently grazed her cheeks and touched her fingertips to her lips to end the movie. Whether it was when she and Bill said hello or good bye, he always kissed her so tenderly that she got misty eyed when she thought about his sweet kisses.

Most days of the week Cory and Bill went about their lives the way most couples that have been together for the better part of ten years do but this was Thursday, their special day of the week and even more than just being any Thursday of any week, it was the anniversary of the date when they met so Cory took off the jeans and sweat shirt she had worn since that morning, tossed them onto the foot of the bed, and went about the task of deciding what she wanted Bill to see when he got home from work that evening. The first candidate was a dark chocolate brown silk blouse. She liked the lightness of the silk, the way it hugged her body not too loosely that she couldn’t be seen and not too snugly that it made her look cheap. It felt really good on her and when she ran her hands over the blouse she smiled imagining how it would feel to have Bill touching her in it. She decided the color was too somber, not uplifting enough, and decided to try a recently purchased light tan cotton cocktail length dress with embroidered purple flowers Bill hadn’t seen. When she saw herself in the dress shop mirror, she smiled at the way it looked and as she slid her hands from her shoulders to her hips she beamed thinking how much pleasure it would give her to feel Bill’s hands touching her in it. The dress had one blossom centered a little above and to the right of the nipple on her right breast and another centered a little down and to the left of the nipple of her left breast so that the petals of the flowers seemed to fly across the tops of her breasts then collide generating a shower of sparkling stars at the top of her cleavage that glittered all the way as they fell to her waist. To her it looked as if her breasts were being grabbed by the blossoms and thought that Bill would find it a sexy look.

Orphaned when her parents became trapped while exploring an underwater cave when an earthquake struck during a family vacation trip to the South American west coast, Cory bounced from one foster family to another before her tenth birthday experiencing all types of foster living environments ranging from lukewarmly welcoming to brutally hostile and was finally taken in by her father’s sister, Brenda, and her husband, Martin Waters, when she was twelve. More than three years of being unsettled before moving in with her aunt left her scarred and even though she was an adult and had been married to Bill for almost seven years she had never gotten past the dread of being by herself once again. During her foster family experiences her daydreams provided refuge for her and over time she became so adept at visualizing scenes and stories that she could outline an entire movie in her mind, connect and rearrange scenes, put any scene into a loop, shift the visualization to another part, put the entire movie on hold while she took care of some task such as talking with a repairman that required her focus, or if the task was something routine such as unloading groceries after shopping she could complete the actions required by the task while the fantasy continued to play out. Under the right conditions, she could make the daydreams vivid and realistic enough to produce a physiological effect without any other stimulation.

Now that the decision on what she wanted to be wearing when Bill got home had been made, she checked the time and realizing she still had enough time for another day dream if she hurried her mouth became a mischievous smirk and her eyes burned with anticipation. Not wanting to get the dress wrinkled before Bill saw her in it, she carefully took it off and smoothed it out on the side of the bed.

She wanted a really hot fantasy and laid out the story line. The action would start with Bill’s handsome face and from there it would move to him kissing her, his hands feeling her up then stripping off her clothes, and she would feel his mouth sucking her bare breasts while his tongue flicked her nipples. He would give her nipples a goodbye kiss like he had just that morning. She would be so hot that she would be swollen, twitching, and she would be wet from her vagina to her clitoris. Next, she decided he would touch her clitoris, twirl strands of her pubic hair between his fingertips, slide his fingers along her wetness, and grab her butt to hold her vagina in exactly the right position. She would already be so hot that only a slight amount of additional stimulation would push her over the edge. At last, he would penetrate her and ejaculate deep inside her flooding her cervix with so much of his semen that some would flow out of her vagina then down between her cheeks leaving her bottom hole covered with a sticky thin coating of his cum. Setting up the story line was like foreplay for one of her fantasies but she regarded it as only a rough guideline and would freely ad lib with side trips, rest stops, and diversions when the fantasy actually played out.