Why peek-a-boo, and blindfolds, are, or can be, fun. But also why they can be over-stimulating.
This is what I want you to imagine. Not that it will happen – I understand your desire to move slowly. But I’d like you to imagine that it could, what it might be like if it did. Imagine that, when we meet for lunch, you’re dressed as I request – in a short, cotton […]
I need your mouth on my cock. I need to feel your tongue graze its tip, to feel your lips brush against the shaft. I need to see your eyes seeking mine, even as you strain to bend your neck up to face my eyes. I need you to give me your utter devotion, your […]
I want you to do some virtual, pretend shopping. We are going away for a week together. We will be somewhere warm. While we are there, you will be my toy. I will use you when and how I please. I am giving you an infinite budget, and ask that you bring a suitcase chock […]
I am going to ruin at least one pair of your panties by drenching them so completely with your cunt that they will never recover. And another pair by tearing them off of you. And I am going to write, gently, on your pretty ass with a Sharpie®. And on your pretty breasts. Before I […]
At its peak, I imagined that my fantasy night would feature me and eight or ten women. I had candidates. Most of them, I’d been with before, but there were a few who would be new to me. There was Rose, Isabel, the Rockette, Tamora, and Sadie, among women about whom you could have read […]
I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are in alphabetical order, lest you imagine you discern some other rationale….) In my fantasy, it’s […]