The Fantasy Factory: The Neighbor

One night, unexpectedly introduced to sexual role-play by my husband, I found myself thrust to new sexual heights. From that moment on, I knew I’d never be able to return to the vanilla ways of the past.

Sadly, that soon came to an end.

Plagued by the guilt pushed upon me by those closest, I drew a hard line in the sand––a line my husband never dared cross again. And just like that, my taboo fantasies were forced back into the darkness from which they came.

Before I knew it, years had passed. With each passing day, I grew bored and more sexually frustrated. Still, I refused to admit to my husband that I’d made a mistake. No longer was pleasuring myself to the dark fantasies in my head enough.

I needed more. I needed action.

One day, more defeated than ever, a sign from the universe made itself known. There, in the stack of mail I’d tossed on the bed, was a flyer.

‘The Fantasy Factory––Where fantasy meets reality.’

Throwing caution to the wind, I accepted what the company offered and purchased my fate.

Or so I thought…