Core fantasy

My core masturbatory fantasy has shifted. It’s much less bodily, much more mental; much less sensory, much m

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

In which I imagine you doing something profoundly hot for me.

Emily lives far away, but she sent me four pictures in a black dress and boyshorts. Not enough, and not quite what I asked for — but that last shot of her ass made the teasing almost bearable.

A fantasy I’d like to make real, involving a hotel bar, black dresses, boyshorts, and very specific instructions.

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

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

A sea of women, doing as I say. Are you in?

A gazillion women, nothing but oral, all night long. I’m pretty sure I want to make it happen. What are the chances?

My peak erotic experience was real. My peak erotic fantasy is more revealing.