I want you to be a apart of this experience!

You see everyone can see parts of me, but there are things that the world will not have the privy … to be apart of this fantasy will require a dedication to this mild excercise that maybe in futility. Although in all actuality I want to use you like a neccasry item, yup, you guessed it a utility. Because I grew tired of saying that I need you, it became complacent to express the yearning and the longing for… I prefer to explain how you are as deep as the ridges in the Grand Canyon, simply showing how world ending your grooves can be. How land before timelines and double taps and oh please be prepared to be sick of mes can flood the timelines and create auspicious vibes to ultimately submerge the best pieces of what are. Did I forget to tell you? That This is Hennessy 2.0 and yes I love Hard.

I would love to craft a one of a kind sexual endeavor? We need color coded safe words, blindfolds with headphones, and a ball gag with ridges. I would like to explain, that to get to this level of ecstasy requires a small tribute of pain. I would love for you to sign this nda so that we could engage in a game of 50 shades of grey, but in my world I would have you to take 50 shots of Hennessy. See I want you to be love drunk off of this West Indian rum punch until your walls scrunch. And while this is supposed to be sexy, there is a part of you that knows in order to be satisfied, you have to cross the line between sassy and nasty. Beyond the chokes, and strokes, there are places where discretion is the only language that is allowed to be spoke. Places were the experience is similar to a rumble in a jungle, a memory to be bottled and placed on a back shelf, where it can be labeled as the Thrilla in Manila! But please don’t think of this pure white Hennessy as something so simple as Vanilla.

-HennessyJ.©️2023