I’m exploring a layered erotic fantasy involving Margot — a woman I know who escorts — structured in three tiers: a private tryst with her directly, a scenario where she procures a companion who meets my specific preferences, and a third fantasy combining both where she participates alongside that companion.

I’m writing about Isabella, one of two women who taught me the most about my sexuality. She showed me my cock could be an object of desire, while the Secretary taught me my desire itself could be desired. I miss them both — not just for sex, but for the intimacy we shared.

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

Holy fuck, those lips. They fucking NEED my cock between them.