Memory or fantasy?

I started to write about Julie, and i remembered my first Julie.

I have a tantra massage adventure with my friend, A.

Ashley gets me fantasizing.

Bri and I enter into an agreement?

Persephone manages to get a (surprising) rise out of me (and by “me,” I mean, “my cock”).

Ashley applies for a position. Her qualifications are… impressive.

I miss Charlotte’s pussy. A lot.

She says she’s easy to project onto, and project onto her, I did….

Right now, I want nothing more than to eat pussy after pussy after pussy. Here’s the fantasy, in its most and least elaborate versions.

While I try to write in a strip club, a stunning dancer’s striking looks, fresh scent, and intense gaze captivate me entirely, even as she tries to distract me with her body.