One way to get you off
First, I undress you. I lift your dress over your head, gently, so as not to muss your hair. Carefully,[…]
Read moreFirst, I undress you. I lift your dress over your head, gently, so as not to muss your hair. Carefully,[…]
Read moreAhhh I wish you would. But I’m in and out of meetings all day today. So if I tell you[…]
Read moreAt its peak, I imagined that my fantasy night would feature me and eight or ten women. I had candidates.[…]
Read moreWe meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will[…]
Read moreI’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The[…]
Read moreI’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]
Read moreI’ve said it before: I don’t really like writing sex. The truth is, the actual sensual part of sex, the[…]
Read moreOne white. One black. The dresses are plain, short, of the sort sold by the Gap, or American Apparel. Nothing[…]
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