Of course, in my perfect universe, it wouldn’t just be a sex party. It would be a woman delivering to me future playthings. But I think that’s a lot to ask.
What’s achievable and what’s reasonable? Just that – a party.
I need to constrain the script a little, to let go of the fantasy that I can control every element of it. And rather to establish a few guardrails, guidelines. And aspirations.
The goal: three women, great if they know each other, fine if they don’t. What they’re signing up for, if all goes well (with, of course, the possibility to opt out at any time), is drinks with her, followed by drinks with me, followed by an evening of oral and masturbation and visual stimulation. (A sex party.)
I’m happy to share with my procurer my type. But more than anything, what I care about is compliance.
I would love to be in touch with the women in advance, but I recognize that might complexify things to the point of impracticability.
I’d love to direct how they dress based on what I see of them in advance. But that, too, might over-complexify things.
And, in a world in which I’m not interacting with them in advance, I suppose I would like them dressed in either little black dresses or jeans and tight tops. And, of course, I’d like them all to be wearing boy shorts, if possible, otherwise bikinis and bras.
It’s amazing how much of my sexual fantasies are not about the sex itself, but rather about the orchestration, the control, the anticipation.
