We meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will collect, via (silent, secret) text/e-mail, any specific requests/concerns after everyone’s met – such as “I don’t want to lick her pussy,” “I want her to lick my pussy,” etc. And then, I’ll send you upstairs, […]
I’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The women – none of whom, after all, will have met – will know one another by their black dresses. All will know me. I will enjoy the tension in the room as everyone drinks, sizing […]
Rose is game for anything. She sees her role, thankfully, as being my fuck-toy. She will do as I wish, with whom I wish. She will do as I say, dress as I say. It’s lovely to have that in a companion. I had mentioned the possibility of a threesome or foursome to Rose, and […]
Sometimes, a first date is overdetermined. Its outcome is known, at least in rough outline – to both parties even before it starts. I knew I would fuck Luna as I approached the bar, before I met her. I had seen nearly every inch of her body. Except for her pussy. Which I had seen […]
It’s so fucking hot. Imagining you, waiting for me. Dressed for me. Naked for me. Exposed for me. Open for my use. For my taking. Knowing, precisely, what will happen. Knowing that you exist for no reason other than to serve me, to minister to me, to make yourself available for the delivery of pleasure […]
Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next? To imagine that, as I walk toward you, unbuckling my belt, our eyes locked on one another, you would lick your lips involuntarily? To imagine that, as I approached you, the bulge in my jeans, already painful, would become excruciating? To imagine that, as I […]
You go to kiss me. I push your head down, not meeting your lips. “Kneel,” I say. It’s not a request. You do. “What do you want?” I ask. You’re silent. You look down. “Look up at me.” A beat passes. Another beat passes. Your eyes face the ground. Your hands, reflexively, are clasped behind […]
My cock aches, more than it’s hard. All I can think of is your tongue, tracing up, and down, my shaft. Up and down, around and around. I can’t wait to feed it to you.