I don’t have them as regularly as he has his fantasies, and they’re not visual like his are, they’re more intense feelings wrapped around a scen...rio, realistic or not, that suddenly strikes me as amazingly hot.So there’s Patrick sitting in a meeting where negotiations are delicate and critical, and I sext him my over-the-top fantasy.“Me. Naked. You and three others – naked. One on each breast, licking, sucking, playing. One inside me, fucking me and one sucking and playing with my clit. Which. ." Are you trying to blame me for your condition," she said while interupting him!?! "Oh no," he quickly replied, "it's nothing like that, I just meant that you're so pretty and all, and well, I guess I just can't help myself!!!" With the look on her face softening appreciably, she whispered huskily, "You really think that I'm pretty!?!" Oh yes," he gushed, "you'e just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I really mean it!!!" You're the first man that's said that to me since Frank. The land itself lay before us, transformed by the blizzard into a visual wonderland of strange beauty. The storm swept all the colors of the world away, and only vivid blues, dazzling whites, and a thousand shades of gray remained. The thin, clear air distorted distance judgment in such a way that far away mountain ranges appeared close enough to reach out and touch. Snow-capped summits all along the western horizon blazed white with reflected sunlight against a sky so blue that the color. And your boyfriend.A solitary figure emerged from the soundless sliding doors of The Torch.“Hey ... Yo...” he muttered to the doorman, who just smiled politely. I looked up and saw Kunthy, rummaging through his pockets. He looked a bit unsteady to me, and Qatar isn’t a country where you want to be caught drinking and driving. I walked up to him and tried to engage him in a friendly chat.“Hello, Kunthy. Did you have a nice evening?”Drunk as a lord he was. Okay, perhaps that was overstating it.