What if?
What if tomorrow Sean and I decided to get a plane ticket and go to America? Would you be able to accommodate us? It'll be the first time for both of us in the states, and we'd want the full American experience. The big shopping malls, the big amusement parks, the big food. Would you be our guide?
We're poor students, the deal on the plane tickets was cheap, but it didn't include anywhere to stay. Would you let us stay at yours? Would you be the perfect American hostess? Now we're in a different country, we can act as we please, there's no one here we know. We can live our fantasies to the full. Do you want to play with us? We know you like to swing, we've been reading your blog. You know all about us, our fantasies that we haven't had the courage to live yet. There's no secrets between us. You know more about us than anyone we know offline. There'd be no embarrassing moments as I try to tell you that I like to play with girls, no awkward silences as Sean details the pleasures of breath play.
Would you ease us in to you and your husband's play?


2 comments:
Can I pretend you wrote this with us in mind? 'Cause that's a nice tingly thought. ; )
My verification word for this comment: deifxtoy, which sounds vaguely kinky in a metaphysical kind of way. Heh.
Oh, indeed. You two sound lovely. Loads of nice places to take here in the bewitching south.
Switching all round?
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