Saturday, September 30, 2017


It's a fantasy, though one she'd rather think about that perhaps actually do. But it's powerful, the thought two men she knows fuck her. Men she sees, perhaps daily, perhaps just from time to time. But she'd never know...

Did that man at work fuck her?

Her boss?

The mechanic?

Her husband's friends?

Who? Who? Who did she taste, who was inside her, who knows despite her proper demeanor, inside lives a wanton slut?

If it happened, there would be two rules.

She knows them.

She never gets to find out who they were.

1 comment:

  1. Wearing the eye mask is pure joy, one never knows who is who or how many there are.