I understand the daze that you’re currently experiencing. If I’m being honest, getting you dazed out like an addict was one of the things I wanted to accomplish.
I plant a kiss on the side of your neck, another on the back of your head as I inhale as much of your intoxicating scent as my lungs can fit.
“You’re in the exact same position as when I left the room. I’m impressed. Did housekeeping come in and find you?”
This is something that the women in my life understand, or at least I try to get them to understand: I would very much love to have them with me, to participate in the festivities, but if they weren’t there I’d still be capable of having loads of fun with myself.
There are a few very specific scenarios that I have yet to experience. Scenarios that I have designed in my head, either as a result of personal interest or desire, or at least in part as a result of inspiration gained from things I’ve seen, heard, or read. This is a non-confession confession; i.e. here are a few scenarios that I want to experience in (hopefully) the near future.
My words were designed for one thing: to penetrate into the recipient’s mind and cause as many physical responses as possible.
The third and last part of the real-life sordid affair.