Right now, I want nothing more than to eat pussy after pussy after pussy. Here’s the fantasy, in its most and least elaborate versions.

My core fantasy, in pictures….

I would make an excellent member of the secret police.

Part one of a date on which Charlotte might reasonably have expected herself to be tied to a chair and interrogated.

Every photo I’ve ever posted of Charlotte. In one place.

The lead-up to a date. Revisions….

Charlotte makes a list for me. And she comes. A bunch.

Some face-slapping, some rope, a mirrored ceiling, and a lot of orgasms.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

Charlotte’s gonna get fucked. And I feel safe.