Fantasy

I want to put you to use, to wear you out, to satisfy my infinite hungers using your pretty body. May I? Please? Soon? (Now?)

I imagine not only what it would feel like to have your mouth on my cock, but I imagine that’s what YOU are imagining. Right. Now.

Am I disturbed? Disturbing? Do my thoughts make you cringe? How? Why?

Come with me on a flight to safety. It will make your cunt ache, and my cock, too.

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….

I’ve been suffering in recent months from a little reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be, that my body is aging. The details aren’t interesting but, suffice it to say, I have been suffering chronic discomfort…

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.…

Read this post, as well as those to which it links. I want your help. Not – necessarily – in bringing the fantasy to fruition. Though maybe that, too. But for now, I want your help in prurience. I want…

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…