fantasies
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled a hazy smile
when she saw him sitting in a chair beside the bed,
feet propped on the mattress and a drink in his hand,
watching her nap the afternoon away.
He’d been patiently waiting not for this perfect moment,
but for the next one, when she realized
her ankles had been bound.
. (by axel calatayud)
I very much love the idea of things being done to me as I sleep.
I’d bring you to my bar. You’d be dressed in a slutty little outfit while you were made to clean tables. You’re not good enough to serve. I’d assign a secret drink to you, that if anyone ordered you’d have to go sit in their lap while they finished it. (I’d tell my friends what the secret drink is) They’d be allowed to grope you and feel you up. I’d let all my customers take pictures of you. If I felt like you did a good job, I’d let you watch me bend a waitress over the bar and fuck her.
StandardGood God, I’d just gotten around to being a productive person.
Here we go again.
Also the drink thing is cute as hell. Flagging this for Sir because YES.