Memory or fantasy?

The evening gets underway – and, in many ways, this is the hottest part (at least to me).

I gave the ladies gift bags. This was what was inside.

I had a notion of how things would proceed. It was oddly specific in some parts. And oddly… undeveloped… in others.

Approaching….

There’s a lot of writing on its way….

Setting Amira’s mind at ease.

How much juice can a cordless wand hold?

A big evening (and I mean BIG) approaches. Six, seven, or eight women. And me….

The night approaches. My cock is hard. I’m swimming in fantastical images.

Turning my core fantasy around in my mind, and imagining maximalist versions.