An executive dinner concluded with the usual platitudes, yet my mind lingered on a different kind of appetite. The raw, unrefined hunger in a certain employee's eyes during a late-night briefing—so different from the polished greed of the boardroom. It makes me wonder what it would be like to have that intensity focused solely on me. To have my pussy devoured with the same relentless diligence applied to spreadsheets, my thighs trembling around their head as a reward for their obedience. The fantasy of my cum dripping down their chin while they look up, awaiting further orders... it is a far more compelling strategic vision than any corporate merger. (Mood: contemplative)