She’s off limits to me. That doesn’t stop me from imagining.

I have more in common with Jeffrey Epstein than I might like.

Just a few random, disconnected thoughts that provide a glimpse into my mind at the moment.

Arms, legs, bound, body splayed for my use. That’s all.

Leanne oozes submission. I don’t dare collect it.

Sociopathy multiplied exponentially by power, wealth, and the amorality of high society.

Legs should always be open.

Change is hard, and lately, a lot of change hasn’t been particularly good.

Impermissible fantasies

Effortless, ethereal beauty.