See, I have a major infidelity fantasy, if you will. And in my head it goes a lot like this. Except, executing it seems nearly impossible, potentially dangerous, etc. I’m sure there’s ways to do it, but I don’t have a consistent partner right now that it would make sense with or anything.

I don’t know. I’ve got a few fantasies I have trouble articulating or reenacting outside of my head. Mostly because they’re, uh, kind of really risky.

But, damn, doesn’t QNY make it so fucking hot?

quickienewyork:

She called me to tell me she had fucked the waiter.

This was before poly, before honesty, and before understanding. It was before graduation when self-awareness was still something we’d do when we got older.

I asked if he had left and she said just barely, so I was out the door before I knew…