So simple and so complex

I don't want to stop you from flying with your imagination, I want the future to find us creating intimate moments, not letting routine win. I want to see you walking with such a short mini-skirt that it's impossible not to see the thong when you sit down. I want you to tell me when someone liked or heated you up for a moment, what you imagined would happen to feel that way? I want to be sitting at a bar table and see you enter, wearing a flying dress, and have someone approach with intentions to seduce you and take you to bed. I want to see you leave the bar, with your thong soaked from the heat, and meet up on the corner to go to a hotel. I want to make a trip and stop under a tree to fuck you like you always fantasize. I want to do that famous trio, with him, with her, and vice versa. I can't stop imagining you sucking another cock or getting down on all fours asking them to grab you, by the way of the word: pussy, for the Booty. I want to see you with your legs open and have another woman suck your pussy, I'm sure you'd end up returning the caresses and kisses. I want to see you hot, delivered, and enjoying it. I want to see your dirty body covered in semen and orgasms. Anything goes. Total sale with water. That's what it's all about. Some say those things should stay in the realm of fantasy, that they can destroy a relationship. And if it's not like we imagine? And if it's not like we imagine, then we won't do it again. And if one of us feels uncomfortable at the moment? We suspend everything and go home, calm and without reproaches. And it's not that what we're doing doesn't reach me, I love you, just with the consolators, seeing you delivered to pleasure. Seeing your face when you finish is a poem, seeing you smile while recovering your breath motivates me to provoke another orgasm. One of the times we posted on Poringa, you told me that you liked feeling desired by other men. And why not help you feel that way more often? Why not make a video call with someone and see what sensations you have when they seduce you, when they ask you to take off your clothes, when someone who is not me sees you totally naked? Why don't I know how you'd feel if I asked someone to show you their cock, knowing it's only for you? And if we don't like it? We cut off communication and that's it. We'd probably end up leaving each other alone, letting our imagination fly with what we've lived. And this means I don't love you, I'm not interested in sharing you? No, nothing has to do with love, I'm talking about sex, shared experiences. Or is it better to cheat on the person you're with and share daily problems? Maybe I'm wrong, but one of my ways of telling you I love you is precisely to share everything, even fantasies. Why did I write these lines? Because I love you and was thinking of you, as simple and complex as that.