Memory or fantasy?

Charlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.

These were some private instructions I gave Charlotte for a night of fun she had.

One possible medication for a feeling of un-safety: make Charlotte the queen of my harem.

Taking (back) control of Charlotte, at a distance.

Leyla has been having wet dreams about me.

A new plaything. At a distance.

This was the best part in real life. And the worst part to read. Because I. Can’t. Write. Sex.

Every silver lining has a cloud. The alcohol got away from me at the end, and what had been a truly spectacular day ended sloppily.

Coming apart, just a little, afterwards….

Charlotte has some work to do for me.