Memory or fantasy?

The orgasm is mine, not yours.

A fantasy I was asked to write. As fantasies go, it’s pretty… direct.

You will not forget it.

A drink, a bar, a finance guy, and a brunette with bright eyes – and somehow I end up explaining my marriage to both of them.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch. I just want to sit across from you, hard, and tell you what to do.

The Hitachi Magic Wand: louder than a lawnmower, but far more useful.

I want you to have an orgasm for me. Not differently than you would for yourself — just dedicated to me. And then I want to hear about it.

Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next?

A little fantasy about how our first minutes together might go.

She was trying to be less sketchy. I was trying to be less sketchy. We met on SeekingArrangement.