he called me, you know. he confessed his fantasy. your fantasy. he wants you to watch suck me while he takes you from behind.
we both know that’s not your true fantasy, don’t we?
you want me to have you all to myself. just the two of us. kissing while we fuck. frantically making love. knowing each other’s skin. dreaming of everything, and more.
i didn’t tell him your true fantasy. i told him, “sure, i can do Friday night. i’ll bring the rum.”