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.

She lives far away, and couldn’t join my fantasy. But she wanted me to be able to imagine her joining in. “I want to see you in a black dress, and black boyshorts.” I said this to her a few…

We meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will collect, via (silent, secret) text/e-mail, any specific requests/concerns after everyone’s met – such as “I don’t want to lick her…

I’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The women – none of whom, after all, will have met – will know one another by their black dresses. All…

I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are…

I’ve written about it. I want it to happen. A sea of women sucking my cock, me, licking their pussies. Playing with themselves, licking one another. Fingering, licking, sucking all over the place. Everyone, dressed (and undressed) as I instruct.…

I’ve written about it before. Several times, actually. (Also, here, and here.) In very short form, it features a gazillion women and me, and nothing but oral, all night long. I’m pretty sure I want to make it happen one…

Last week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to understand just what about that experience was so resonant for me. Fantasies are interesting in a way that actual sexual…