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I’m exploring a layered erotic fantasy involving Margot — a woman I know who escorts — structured in three tiers: a private tryst with her directly, a scenario where she procures a companion who meets my specific preferences, and a third fantasy combining both where she participates alongside that companion.

I’m announcing a shift in how I write for this blog — moving toward less polished, lightly edited posts as my output has grown and my readership has shrunk. The blog has always been for me more than for an audience, and I’m leaning further into that.

I walk through the full evolution of my blogging workflow — from writing on a laptop in Starbucks, to dictating on a voice recorder while biking, to a Telegram-based AI pipeline that transcribes, formats, generates images, and delivers posts ready to publish with one tap.

I reflect on a conversation with Margot about her unrealized fantasy of double penetration and a gangbang, realizing what excites me isn’t the act itself but the trust she’d place in me to keep her safe while curating such an evening — and the gratitude that might follow.

I wrote this in 2014, and just stumbled on it. Interesting, no? (We never had sex, but she still shows up in my various feeds.)

I was wrong about the questions my kid would ask

Rethinking an old concept

I experience connections as deep and real, but they end not in intentional closure but in disappearance. This is my compulsive repetition of courting and failing to avoid abandonment.

A candid message to Sydney, distinguishing between my general desire for cunnilingus and my specific desire for her, while framing it carefully to avoid unwelcome intrusion.

Is delightful. Delicious. And lovely.