Anticipation

Continuing to elaborate on the logistics and choreography of my core fantasy. The devil, as they say, is in the details.

The logistics of assembling a group encounter, and a candid note on the difference between gently preferring something and dangerously needing it.

I meet, and prepare to use, Luna.

The anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.

Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next?

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

It’s only a matter of time.

My cock aches with wanting.

The agony of anticipation.

Two guys at the bar couldn’t stop talking about Véronique’s ass. They had no idea she was with me — until she was.