here we are

The setting is my seaside mansion, carved out of the living rock of a cliff overlooking the clear blue waters of the south pacific. I awake, stretching luxuriously, around 10 AM. This day, instead of descending the 314 steps to my private beach, I decide to relax by the pool. Less than a minute later, I’m lazing about on a deck chair the size of a ping-pong table, reading a really good book. It’s a gorgeous day, and occasionally I pause to gaze out to sea and at the surrounding islands, looking like nothing else but a series of green jewels trailing off in the distance. A lithe cabana boy enters, stripped to the waist, which doesn’t seem odd to me as male members of my household staff rarely wear shirts. He deposits a flute of champagne and a lox bagel. With a beguiling smile, he leaves. I nibble on breakfast, continuing to read my book.

The end.

I have to say I’m pretty ambivalent about bondage. There was once this fellow who enjoyed a little improvised restraint, a bit of choking, and in that instance I found it really exciting. I think it was mainly the novelty that appealed; it’s not something I would deliberately seek out. But I am the type who’ll try anything once or twenty times.

I love the sauciness of your second question, but sadly I can’t think of any experience that qualifies. I’ve never deliberately set out to translate anything from the pornographic arts into my own sex life, that I recall. I did have a ménage à trois or three? Not inspired by porn really, more like the natural desire of all males to have sex with as many people as possible at the same time. Once was not so great, but the other two occasions were quite spectacular.