Iris and I began sharing our fantasies when we were too young to be embarrassed about them. We met when we were twelve and began playing adolescent sex games by the time we were eighteen. Fantasy became part of those games right from the start.

One day, while kissing and necking in the park, Iris whispered, “We're being held prisoner, and the people who captured us are watching.”

I added, “They'll let us go, but only if they like what they see us doing.”

For the rest of the afternoon, we weren't just petting; we were performing for an imaginary audience.

That was in 1957. Four years later, we ran off to get married. We've been together for more than twenty-seven years since then and are still enriching our relationship with shared fantasies. These whispered daydreams of ours have made it possible for us to experience every possible erotic delight without risking our health, our safety, or the emotional stability of our marriage.

Although we have an extensive repertoire of erotic fantasies, we still replay that first one from time to time while making love. It's more complex now, of course. We've embellished and elaborated on it over the years. Like us, it has become more sophisticated. We know who our imaginary captors are, and we know what they look like. We know what sexual acts they want to watch, and we know how to please them so that they'll set us free. Sometimes our fantasy-jailers even get into bed with us…..

I'll Take It Hard