Memory or fantasy?

I wrote this. Soon, you’ll read it.

I want to put you to use, to wear you out, to satisfy my infinite hungers using your pretty body. May I? Please? Soon? (Now?)

I imagine not only what it would feel like to have your mouth on my cock, but I imagine that’s what YOU are imagining. Right. Now.

Hope comes for me. It’s delicious.

I have lots of images running through my head, each hotter than the last. Here are three of them.

So this happened.

Hope is delicious, but I’m afraid I may have failed to give her enough of what she needed to keep her giving me what I need.

I will travel for you. You will give me precisely what I ask. We both will be enormously pleased.

Boundaries can be fun. Liberating, even.

I want you to be my assistant. To do all these things for me. Please.