Fantasy File #02

Fantasy Files is a joint collaboration between Sexologist Juliet Allen and artist Tina Maria Elena. The project combines sexual fantasy, writing and art. Seven fantasies will be revealed over seven days, all written and submitted by real-life women from around the globe. The Fantasy Files project aims to empower women and men to embrace their sexual fantasy and desire and enjoy their sexuality in all it's senses.

Artist // Tina Maria Elena Bak

Artist // Tina Maria Elena Bak


It's dark and I'm nursing a light summer rosé at my local dive bar. The furniture is made of dark wood, and there are occasional scents of tobacco, jasmine and sandalwood as various people move between the tables. 

I'm sitting with my partner, a man whose mind drives mine wild, a man that keeps me on my toes. As I lean in to whisper that I love him, my hand on his thigh, I notice over his shoulder a woman looking at us. 

She's got beautiful brunette hair, loosely tied in waves, and is wearing a black dress. She gives me a knowing look, like she knows the effect red wine always has on me. 

I get back to the conversation with my partner, looking back occasionally to find her looking over, coyly. 

Later, I'm in the bathroom washing my hands when she comes out of a stall. She comes next to me and smiles, no words said. 

Whether it's the wine or the fantasy I've always had being so close to being fulfilled, I reach around the soft of her neck, pull her in and kiss her, deeply. She responds with her body and instantly we are wrapped around each other, kissing, feeling, moving in the stall she'd just seconds ago come out of. 

It isn't rushed or eager as I expected it to be. Rather, she's loving, has a look of desire, and I see a lot of myself and my wants in her eyes.

I think back to my partner, and how we've always talked about this, and I'm insanely turned on. 

Not 10 minutes later, our hands are out of one another's panties, her lips off my hardened nipples. 

It's all over, she stays to fix her makeup while I walk back to the table where my man is waiting for me. He can see I'm a little stunned, but his unasked question is answered when out walks the woman - this sexy, inspiring, confident woman - who walks by our table, looks straight at me with that smile once more, leans down and whispers to him: 'You've got a wonderfully delicious girl there...'

Author // Anonymous

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Lgbt, FantasyJuliet Allen