She Became a Curator of His Experiences
She knew his inner-self, his sexual and sensual soul probably better than anyone in the world.
She knew the extent of his adventures, his cravings, his bucket list. Even when he was celebrating his hedonistic soul hundreds or thousands of miles away, it would never be long until a narrative, a full report would come her way. Discreetly, of course, to protect the guilty and the innocent. They did have strict morals, you know.
Her own imagination, desires, and cravings were limitless. They were both soulmates in the sense that they were sensual sluts, wanting to experience everything that they could in their sexually-driven lives, always striving to find ways of satisfying their authentic souls in between the demands of real life.
Speaking of real life, it all started within the good-byes of one of their frequent catch-ups, a recap of the past few days. While signing off, he said,
“You know, it’s been a long time. How about sending me some random imagery to cum to, before I head out this morning? It’s been a while since we’ve played our little version of Sex Roulette…”
He loved to be surprised like this. Receiving an unknown image or two, selected by her as his visual inspiration for a good wank, a bit of random debauchery as quick and satisfying as his first morning coffee.
Then a light bulb went off in his head, the generation of an incredible thought.
“Wait! How is it that we’ve never done this for real? To have you curate an unknown-to-me actual experience? An exquisite adventure evolved from the current occasional morning wank, bought forward into three dimensions, six senses, and two or more warm bodies?”
Her brief response of, “Oooooh…” was all he needed to hear. He struck a nerve, a fertile and imaginative nerve within her own adventuresome soul. Although he knew her imagination well, he could barely envision what was already stirring in her mind’s eye.
He grew hard in his pants just thinking of where her delicious, filthy thoughts would take him, this time for real.