Dear Mrs. Fantasy,
I can’t stop thinking about your orgy fantasy. As I walk down the street, every woman is you, and I let my eyes run over their breasts, their hips, their legs…. I pretend you’re naked before me, and then I slip into your orgy fantasy: your eyes are fixed with lust on your husband’s cock, and on the heaving breasts all around us, and I am behind you with some other man, having shed my clothes. My body is pressing up against yours, and you feel my cock tracing a line across the small of your back, then across your firm ass as it arches up towards me, and then my dick slips down between your legs, and although you do not know who it is behind you – you reach back to place a hand on my chest but do not turn to investigate further – we’re both too far gone to do anything but fuck, and fuck, and let our bodies be drawn down towards the floor as others watch with lust and envy.
Maybe your friend Mona is there (how I’d like to meet her – she seems almost as sexually uninhibited as you!), and maybe she’s sucking your husband’s cock while glancing lasciviously out of the corner of her eye at your handled body. I know she’s got somebody’s cock in her mouth – that much is certain – and I’d like to watch her at it as I take you anonymously from behind. That’s my fantasy, at least. And I know I’ve promised that it can never happen.
I want to be more direct with you now. I want to skip straight to the orgy, but I know that we are building something together, and my pleasure is as much in watching you slowly become a sexual force as it is in imagining your orgies (which will come someday, I’m convinced, and which I will do everything in my power to eventually bring about). So for this challenge I want you to imagine one of those anonymous men who pressed their body to yours in your orgy fantasy, and then I want you to find that man. As you go about your day, as the fantasy keeps flitting through your mind, I want you to keep your eyes open for the man capable of stepping into the fantasy and driving you mad with desire. Is it his face that makes your body tingle? His body? His eyes? Or even a suggestive detail as seemingly insignificant as a pair of strong hands, or the way he walks with confidence? Now it’s business time. Once you’ve found him, once you can imagine him taking you, I want you to walk up to him and hand him your business card (I’ll admit that I know enough about you to know that you will have one, but do not be afraid of that). You may strike out any information on the card that you feel could be compromising, but he must be able to read your name and phone number. Another condition: you may not say a word. You may wink, smile, or show absolutely no emotion at all if you choose, but you cannot explain yourself. You cannot speak. Hand him the card and walk away. He will be watching your ass as you go, and it is my hope that you will find the sexual calm to enjoy the feel of his eyes on you, and to let the sensation warm you with desire.
But that’s not all, my little adventurer. As soon as you get home (will he have called by now?), I want you to take off all your clothes, splay yourself over the nearest furniture, because it’s business time again. I want you to masturbate while fantasizing about this man fucking you. Imagine all of him in detail – his lips, his chest, his cock, his legs – and then imagine the feel of him inside of you, and what makes his lovemaking different from your husband’s, and what he does that turns you on the most. Imagine this man, and only this man. Hold onto the image of him. Imagine his kisses, and his hands all over your body. Imagine what would happen if your husband saw you like that.
You should not have hidden yourself away to masturbate in private, I should add. If your husband is at home (and I hope he will be), then he may well walk into the room and be surprised by the sight of you naked and fingering yourself, groaning with lust at the thought of the mystery man inside of you. And then something else will happen. Will your husband take you right then and there? Will you whisper something dirty in his ear? Will the phone ring? I can’t wait to find out.
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