And then… (part 2)
Wrapped in towels, we took ourselves to the big room, a room holding some ten or fifteen couples. There was[…]
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Wrapped in towels, we took ourselves to the big room, a room holding some ten or fifteen couples. There was[…]
Read moreI asked Sofia to send me something she knew would turn me on to prompt me to write about how[…]
Read moreFirst, I undress you. I lift your dress over your head, gently, so as not to muss your hair. Carefully,[…]
Read moreShe lives far away, and couldn’t join my fantasy. But she wanted me to be able to imagine her joining[…]
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At its peak, I imagined that my fantasy night would feature me and eight or ten women. I had candidates.[…]
Read moreWe meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will[…]
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Jealousy follows no rational rules.
Read moreI’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The[…]
Read moreI’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]
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