The StarKids Academy

6| The F**king Fantasy

Shawn Taylor's POV:

I am in Alaska. It has always been my dream to settle there and live a peaceful life away from the limelight and fake world of stardom. I am happy there and have a happy family. I and my wife live in a cozy cottage. My wife is a young woman with a contagious smile and courage. She is around five one and has dark hair.

Her body is curvy and a woman's gym goal. Big round breasts, perfect round ass, and a flat stomach, but her face is blurry. I cannot see her clearly. Who is she?

'Skanda, is that you?' I whisper, rubbing my eyes yet the face doesn't clear up.

She is dressed in long unstitched clothes that are perfectly draped around her slender figure. I have seen these types of garments before. Where?

Yeah! India. I remember visiting the country where the unstitched clothes are worn as regular clothes by women. My wife must have Asian roots. She is wearing it in the western continent which means she is a woman of culture.

'You are up, my love.' Her melodious voice reaches my ears. She is polite, but I am certain that she can give you a handful if you push the wrong buttons. I love her dearly and she loves me too.

Skanda Bharti, a unique name for a unique woman. She is standing in the middle of our bedroom, wearing nothing but a bathrobe now. When did she change? I am confused. At the same time, I am enjoying it.

'I love you.' My voice drips with passion and reflects what I truly feel as I walk closer to her. She peers at me seductively and nibbles her lower lip. I can gulp, feeling the blood travels down in my d**k. She is as fresh as early dawn when I hadn't let her sleep for a blink. How can she be all energetic all the time?

'You want,' Skanda giggles, pointing her index finger up and down the body. She winks at me as she sways from side to side. Her damp hair flips from shoulder to shoulder, exposing her neck and a bit of cleavage. 'all of this?' She moans, pressing her boobs softly.

Even from afar I can see that she is horny and in the mood for some action while the beast in me is only waking up.

'Aren't you tired after...you know, last night. We barely slept, Babe.' I groan. I can feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins. It is the happiest I have ever been.

'I can never get tired of you. I will always want more and more of you.' She smiles warmly, inching closer to me. Her walk has a sway that has always managed to drive me crazy. She always bestows me with her undivided attention. I would never complain. She is free and full of life. Something, I have always aspired to be. Moreover, she brings positive changes everywhere she goes.

I can always melt in her arms and call it home. She is the ears that would listen to me whining on and on about the things that don't even make sense. She is the arm that will embrace me when I fall. She is the heart that will leap for me. She is the universe where I can live.

'Let's go out!' She suddenly changes the subject. Gone are the sexiness and seduction as playfulness fills in the air.

'Why?' I ask bewildered, still not used to the rapid flip in her character. It's like she is many people in a body of a woman. You would never know which will surface over and when. But all of them are immensely intriguing and always welcomed. One can never get bored of her.

'Because I want to. Let's take it outside.' She giggles carefree and excited as a child. I shake my head and let her drag me out to wherever she wants. Since the moment I have laid my eyes on her, I have given her the whole of me.

Outside the cottage, there's water everywhere surrounded by snowy mountains and shady brown hills. Wetness and contentment are all I can feel. It's beautiful, but I feel ugly.

'What did you-' I turn around to find Skanda missing. She is nowhere in sight while everything around me changes and is replaced by a crowded lane with a red carpet. Suddenly, there are clicks and snaps. I feel surrounded by demons with cameras and mics. They are chasing me. They are everywhere I go and there is no running away from it.

They have become a shadow and invade my privacy whenever they please. They want to know everything about me and my life so they can tell others, who in turn will judge and make comments that have neither a head nor a tail. They just like to comment in anonymity and hurt people. It's their business. I cannot stand it. I want freedom from all of it. I don't want everyone to know what I am up to, who I have slept with, who has ditched me and who is ditched by me. I don't want the girls to admire me because I am a Taylor.

These are my Exs. All seventeen of them and all of them smirking evilly at me. They are bitchy and giggling, feeling themselves at top of the world. They are happy because they are the subject matter of envy for the majority of the same race. They are ignorant because they can always use 'I am with the Taylor and you better watch it' on anyone. They know people will part ways for them when I am around.

I talk with them, but all in vain. All they can ever talk about is makeup, who is seeing who, and the places they would like me to take them. They hardly give a damn about me or my feelings. All they care about are the gifts and money that I would spend on them. I am bored, tired and want to get away from them. They have nothing to offer me except their silicone-induced body and bitchiness. Every inch of them is fake and plastic and I do not want any of it.

Suddenly, Dad comes. He is happy, young, and radiant. He is always smiling at the flashing cameras, but deep down he also craves ordinary life and his family. He has accomplished his dreams. He is everything that all of them want to be. He is an enviable success. He has Mom, the love of his life, his children, but even he lacks many things.

He wants his family. I know he does, but he just cannot have it. I cannot have him. Elenor cannot have him. Abram cannot have him. He is no longer there for us. He isn't available. There is always the next movie, the next appointment, the next endorsement, the next event, and 'our thing' can always wait.

I am crying. My heart weeps at devoid of love and tenderness. Suddenly, small arms wrap around my neck. It's Skanda again. The same smiling face.

'I will always be there for you. You just have to seek out for me.' She cooed softly. Then, something buzzes and keeps buzzing. I want to turn that annoying sound off, but there is no getting away from it.

Something slips underneath my palms. It's my phone. Skanda has again started to disappear. It all disappears in a blink. Groaning, I roll over and blink my eyes open.

'I was dreaming?' I am perplexed. It takes me a few moments to register my surroundings.

I am in a penthouse. How did I get here? Oh, yeah! Christian: the ass. He just broke up with his long-time girlfriend and threw the break-up party which was another bullshit full of drugs, alcohol, music, girls, and s*x.

I did all of it last night. It has become a routine and my escape from the pain in the ass reality.

I lazily get up and sit using the headrest as support. It takes me more than a couple of minutes to adjust to the bright sunlight. I look around to find myself alone in the room. I am lying naked which probably means that I have slept with someone. Again! It's the fifth of the week.

God! My head is throbbing. I shouldn't have taken the last shot. I knew it would mess up with my system.

The school is just about to begin and it is supposed to be our last year there. We will be free from then on. We can choose who we want to be and don't always have to be on the radar.

'Who was I with? Who was that woman in my dreams?' I try to ponder. I think I have slept with the same woman. Her name was Skanda. I remember, but I don't remember her face clearly. I was high all night.

It should have annoyed me on any given day, but today I am oddly calm. The dream still lingers in my head and it somehow makes me happy.

'Skanda Bharti!' I smirk looking around. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head. It was one of the best nights I have had. Surely, I have had some earth-shattering s*x at the unimaginable places that are goals for the most, but last night, it was special. It was something more that I cannot just stop thinking about.

I want to do it again and again and again. I wait for the woman to come out. She must be in the bathroom, freshening up.

'Let her come out and we will have another round of it.' I speak to myself as I snuggle back in the sheets, letting sleep take over my sanity.