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Véronique tells her side of our second evening together.

The list goes on.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

A friend offers his own high-concept swinging fantasy — structured, verbal, and escalating, like a dinner party designed by a very literate pervert.

I crave obsession the way others crave peace. Right now, I’m in one of those heightened periods, and the collateral damage is showing.

Rocky Horror, construction workers, a blindfold, rope cuffs, and a very polite request.

Five minutes of focused attention on my cock, and what I found there: an ache, a hunger, a chill, and a taxonomy of desire I never knew I had.

A menu of fantasies, for the right mouth.

Véronique has a good memory, and she’s not shy about sharing it.

I had a plan for the evening. It didn’t survive first contact.