Fantasies, Possibilities and Dreams – Oh My!

Erotic dreams of Marcel again last night, and a message from him this morning.

“Hope we can hookup for a drinks this week. Let me know gorgeous” is what it read.

All morning my mind has overflowed with fantasies. Fantasies of passionate kisses and naked limbs entwined. My mind imagines Marcel’s hard, muscled body moving on top of me. I get hot and flush just thinking about him and the possibilities.

So, at my whits end, I called Robyn. I apologized for calling her at work. Could I stop by the store or take her to lunch tomorrow? I told her I need advice on how I should proceed with a man I met online.

“Alright mamma!” she shrieked with obvious joy. “Come around after we open at ten. It’s always dead the first couple hours.”

Then she added slyly, “and I expect all the juicy details, mamma.”

I could hear a mischievous smile in her voice and I blushed. Flustered, I thanked her and rang off.

I’m not sure why I’m embarrassed by these fantasies and the possibility of drinks (and maybe more) with Marcel. If I’m honest with myself, the hesitation must be about the age gap. Can I trust Marcel’s attraction is real? Will he still feel attraction when he meets me in person? Am I embarrassed to be seen in public with a much younger man? Will I be embarrassing to him? I think I’m overthinking it — I think. Robyn will set me right tomorrow.

For now, the rest of the day is dedicated to household chores. I must keep my mind occupied and free of fantasy. Léa and Chéri, disturbed by my sudden flurry of activity have retired to a sunny spot in the bedroom.

Both cats have seemed a bit annoyed and aloof the past several days. Are they aware of a change in their crazy mistress? I sense it — something stirred by possibility.