Fantasy upon fantasy

So I just had an extended reflection on one iteration of my core fantasy, and it goes roughly like this. The participants in the evening are [S], Milica, [J], Sarah, [S], and her friend. And [S from Seeking], and her friend. Serena. And Polina. Which I think takes us to a total of ten. [Ed. note: [S from Seeking] disappeared. I’m striving to replace her. And the other two [S]’s are very slightly likely. As is, honestly, Milica. And Sarah? She’s like close to a zero-percent chance of participating. And Serena’s also complicated. So. This is a fantasy.

Never mind all of the preliminaries. The night before, I would like at 8 o’clock to have a Zoom with all ten of them. I would like them to be dressed in whatever they wore that day. I’d like to go over briefly the details for the next evening. And I’d like for each of them to go around in a circle and describe how they plan to get themselves off that evening. I’d like for us to end the Zoom call, and then I’d like for all of them, immediately, to get themselves off.

An AI-generated image of a Zoom call featuring a lot of women

For all ten, I would like them to record themselves—a video, ideally—as they masturbate to orgasm. I’d like for there to be a mechanism by which they can then manually post their recordings on my blog. Over the next hour or so, in real time, ten videos would be uploaded to the blog for my delectation, as well as for the benefit of anyone who happened to be playing along at home. That’s part one.

Part two begins in a restaurant. I would like to have a specific restaurant in mind, but unfortunately, I don’t. The restaurant I’m going to play with in this fantasy is one I’ve been to a number of times, but…. It’s too big a place. I’d really like for us to be seated at a round table in the center of a small restaurant, where all of the other guests couldn’t help but notice what’s happening over the course of the evening. Or maybe not in the center, but in a corner. In any event, the idea is everyone should be visible to everyone, and the unfolding events should essentially be inescapable to the innocent and unknowing patrons.

I’d like everyone to arrive within a few moments of each other and to be seated. I’d like everyone to be dressed exactly as I’ve specified. Milica and [S] would have timed their arrival such that they both landed at the airport (both would be traveling for this) at the same time, or within a few minutes of one another, and could share a cab into the city. Milica would be wearing black tights, a navy or black skirt suit. The skirt would be above her knees but not extremely short. She would be wearing fancy black lingerie beneath. [S] would be wearing a dark pantsuit and blazer. She too would be wearing fancy lingerie—hers, however, would be pink, befitting her girly ways.

[J] would be wearing a little black dress, as would [S from Seeking], [S’s] guest, and [S from Seeking]’s guest. All the women in black dresses would be wearing black lingerie as well, but not bras. [S] would be wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top. Beneath her short skirt would be purple panties—boy shorts, to match—and beneath her low-cut top, a purple bra, or better yet, a demi-bra. Serena would be wearing a slinky dress and red boy shorts. [S from Seeking] would be wearing skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with no bra. Polina would wear a slinky white dress with white lingerie beneath—boy shorts and a sheer white bra.

I think that’s the entire roster; I don’t think I’ve left anyone out, but I’ll go back and check to be sure. Everyone being seated at the table, I’ll ask the waiter—or preferably waitress—if she could bring a big bowl for the center of the table. One by one, I’d like for each of the women to remove their panties. Those for whom it would be possible, I would like them to do it at the table. Those for whom it wouldn’t be, I would like them to go to the restroom and remove their panties.

With each pair of panties removed, I would like it passed around the table for everyone to sniff and then deposited in the bowl at the center of the table. Each deposit of a pair of panties would be the sign for the next woman to begin her removal process. After the tenth woman had rendered herself commando, I would instruct everyone simultaneously to begin playing with herself—either with her fingers or, if she preferred, with a small vibrator. No orgasms would be had at this point, but gosh, everyone would come mighty close.

I like imagining how this scene might register in the eyes and the minds of the restaurant staff and other patrons. Maybe the waitress would ask what’s going on, or maybe one of the other restaurant patrons would.

Maybe someone would ask to join. 😉

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