I love the fantasy of having a “picnic” on the living room floor: a couple of fluffy blankets, a few pillows, a glass of wine, and a basket of fresh berries. I’m dressed in a thin robe that barely hides the contours of my body. We sit across from each other, laughing, occasionally brushing hands. With every passing moment, these touches become less accidental and more of a deliberate provocation. And when our eyes meet—it’s hard to resist the urge to get even closer. What kind of weird fantasies do you have? Tell me about them