I know what century I’m in, and who the American president is. Obviously it’s just make-believe on my part, since they’re not aware of me.

It’s breathtakingly erotic and empowering. I always pretend like it’s me they’re surrounding as I stand in the middle with the woman of their choice, while they close ranks, boxing her in on the dance floor and making her feel like the sexiest, most desirable woman in the world.

The four of them often go to clubs to find a willing participant interested in a scandalous night of debauchery with four sexy men. This is exactly what I’ve been doing for the last few years since I became whatever this thing I am. He’d have his very impressive-looking ass on the sidelines, stroking himself for my viewing pleasure, as Two stepped back in and took me slow, then hard, then slow… Three would usually step in and steal all this glorious thunder so he could deliver some anticlimactic lightning. I wouldn’t know which one was behind me and running his hands all over my body. I wouldn’t know which one had his face between my thighs, humming whatever tune he wanted. As he was doing that, I’d make One and Four change their routine from going first to going second.Īs soon as Two finished my nipples, I’d have One and Four do that delightful little blindfold game they do. I’d make him watch, while Two took my nipples just like he’s doing to her now. Three would have to sit out if I ever get out of this half-here, half-not phase and touch some skin. He always works the nipples, and that’s when her moans will get raspy, more genuine. The damn stuff slips right through my non-tangible hand.Īnyway, Three gets his and moves aside for Two to step in. It seems like the perfect time to have a bowl. It’s times like these I’d really like to be able to eat popcorn. He’s just fucking her nice and hard, chasing his own release, and she’s fake moaning like she’s working for a Grammy.

He lets One, Two, and Four do most of the heavy lifting, then he steps in and does something very scandalous it seems, if her breathy pants and moans could be trusted. Three is a rather selfish fellow, I’ve noticed. Really, can’t he tell the girl is quite dramatic with the theatrics? “Oh! Oh yes,” the woman with the perfect purr says around an exaggerated moan.

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