The lead-up took place over not days, not even weeks, but months. I first conjured my “core fantasy” literally decades ago. For years, I’ve been turning the idea over in my head – the idea of a multitude of women and me, a progression from public to private, and a festival of primarily oral sex, with all sorts of bells and whistles attached – directing clothing, communication beforehand, etc.
In the last few weeks, I’ve given you disjointed glimpses into my mounting anticipation, and here, I won’t try to revisit anything before yesterday – the day of the Soiree.
I’ll pick up the story where I wake up, yesterday morning.
Or, really, the night before.
