Text me a fantasy

Some desires don’t begin in bedrooms.
They begin in messages.

This is a short erotic story for readers who prefer tension over resolution, atmosphere over spectacle, and desire that lingers long after the screen goes dark.

In Text Me a Fantasy, a woman enters an intimate game with a man who is always elsewhere: married, travelling, unavailable. Their connection lives almost entirely on the phone: in texts, voice notes, images, and carefully stretched silences. What starts as play turns into a quiet exploration of control, restraint, and the strange freedom of wanting someone you cannot have.

As desire builds without release, the story moves between offices, cafés, meetings, and bars - places where nothing is supposed to happen, yet everything does. Pleasure is delayed, redirected, and negotiated. Power shifts subtly, sometimes without either of them noticing.

Written in a calm, observant voice, Text Me a Fantasy is not about romance or happy endings. It’s about modern intimacy, about how arousal lives in anticipation, and about what happens when fantasy collides with real life and refuses to resolve itself.