There’s a ankle-length dark green trench coat I wear when it’s not cold enough for a heavy winter coat. Every time I slip it on, I feel like a secret agent and I have a little fantasy lasting a couple of minutes about a passionate rendezvous with some sexy James Bond type along the white sands of the Riviera. This morning, as my mind filled with images of gentle waves lapping up on the shore where my fantasy lover is sensually rubbing oil into my wet sun-drenched skin—still aglow from our recent lovemaking—it occurred to me that I really do lead a ‘secret’ double life.
By day, I’m just a typical average type person, doing mundane everyday things at the office job that pays the bills, running errands on my lunch-hour, rushing home in the evening to do the normal type chores that finish off the remainder of my day. But, as the last glow of the hazy twilight fades from the darkening sky, and night-time encompasses my little corner of the world, my wild ‘secret’ nightlife begins.
On a typical night, you’ll find me meeting a tall dangerous stranger at some exotic locale, or maybe engaging in some perilous journey sure to lead to a night of sweaty animalistic sex or sweet tempestuous love. I might spend the entire night helping to cover up some dastardly deed, or maybe even (gasp) kill someone off. Whatever my nightlife has in store for me, you can be assured it’s going to be the polar opposite of my daytime activities.
Do I work for an exclusive high rolling escort service, you might ask? A fast talking pimp down on some seedy street corner? Am I really a double agent who works under the cover of darkness and only pretends to live a normal type life in the glaring light of day to conceal the secret life I really live? Ha!
I’m just a writer.
When I delve into this exhilarating world I create with my wild imagination, I become those electrifying characters I’ve conceived, and I’m living their bigger than life escapades. There is no place I’d rather be, well, unless I could live the ‘real’ adventures, of course. Sigh. But, oh baby, here in my secret fantasy world the possibilities are endless!
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I hear you V. I can walk into a boutique and see a quirky outfit on someone and my imagination automatically creates a character and a whole scenario around him/her. It jazzes up my rather benign life (in my brain anyway). I’m so glad you share your stories – we obviously like the same genres and it’s much easier to read your delicious tales than to write one! lol
Thank you so much, Patti, for not thinking I’m completely crazy! I have so much fun in my fantasy life, and I guess because real life isn’t all that. LOL!