I just had an interesting fantasy. I was imagining the two of us relaxing, enjoying a bottle of wine, and you reading to me from an erotic novel. My mind began to wander, and now we were a part of that novel. You knocked on my door during a rainstorm. Your car broke down, you know how the story goes. Of course, we wind up in front of the fireplace, talking, petting, kissing, ultimately getting naked, then fucking wildly through the night. My imagination makes my fantasies seem so real.