[Easy Intimacy: women 18-40 (1A), Fair Warning: women 18-40 (1A), 2B]

Once you finish talking, Charles scratches his chin, contemplating your words. “You're going to an awful lot of work to describe something fairly softcore to me, John. Other versions of you kept things simple and got a lot more bang for their buck."

“What?” you ask. "That doesn't make a lot of sense. As far as I can see there's just me here. And I figure that I should go for something that might be a bit more, uh... 'Sustainable,' I guess. I do have some more intense fantasies, but I really want something that will still be fun after I've had it for a few years. So I thought I'd go for something a bit lower-key."

Charles shook his head. "Might as well fantasise about having the perfect marriage and two kids then," he says. “Never mind. Do you want to explain this 'Easy Intimacy' and 'Fair Warning' malarky again?”

You swallow, ready to explain your fantasy. "It's not really that complicated. I want women to flirt with me the same way they might act with a boyfriend--or girlfriend, I suppose--that they're really intimate with. They'll like a bit of physical contact, they'll like being naked or undressed around me, and will like being around me when I'm undressed. They'll enjoy me looking at their bodies, and they'll enjoy seeing my cock. They might even cop a feel if they're feeling particularly frisky, and they'll take it as a compliment if I do the same. They won't take it too seriously or fight over me, but they'll take opportunities and make excuses to make it happen."

Charles nods. "I think I've got it this time. Just to warn you, because you're going with *flirting,* this doesn't mean that you can actually have your way with them, or even do any more than grope their breasts or have a quick feel of their pussy. That said, I think that if I understand you, the other thing you want will go some way to taking care of things that way. Let's move on to that... What's this 'Fair Warning' stuff all about?"

You nod. "I don't want to be limited to having sex with just one kind of woman, or to have only one kind of sexual act, only to have women acting like they're just washing the dishes. So what I want is, if a woman is flirting with me in a way that would normally be considered noteworthy or outrageous, that I can give them 'fair warning' of how things might escalate. The escalation can be quick or gradual, and the warning can be explicit or vague, but it will be understood that if they keep on teasing me in the same way that it will be perfectly reasonable to expect me to take things up a notch, whether or not it would normally be acceptable in public or private."

Charles furrows his brow. "That's awfully vague, mate."

"I guess so," you say. "I want it to work in the same vein as the intimacy thing. There will be a sense of fair play, and if they don't like how I might escalate things or how I actually do escalate things, they'll stop playing around or give me a clear warning that what I'm doing isn't cool. It might ruin the moment and I might have to back off, but it will be written off as just a misunderstanding."

Charles shakes his head. "Why on Earth do you want to jump through so many hoops?"

You shrug. "I still want there to be a game to play. I just want it to be on very, very easy mode."

Charle smiles ruefully. "I guess I understand that part... But I still think you're wasting the chance of a lifetime, you poor sap." He takes down a couple of notes.

"Right," Charles says, "all that, and you want to be the only one getting the benefit of all this excitable female sexuality. Might as well, eh, it's little enough as it is. And you want to be everyone to be basically aware of what's going on, not oblivious but not talking too much about it. I guess that fits in with the give-and-take of flirting too."

"I don't know what's worse: that your request is so boring, or that you've thought through it as carefully as you have. Those baboon arses have done you a mental damage, if you ask me." Charles scratches a few notes on his clipboard. "But as you're hooking this into the way women might act in other intimate circumstances, the doctor should be able to knock this up without too much trouble.”

With that, he takes a small device from his pocket, pressed a few buttons and presses it to his ear. He sends you a quick wink before turning around.

“Hey Doc? Yeah, he just finished telling me what he wants, and it’s a big one. Nothing too different from the others times though. Here’s how it’s going to go down…”

You stand quickly to Charles’ side as he explains the situation to this so called “doctor.” This seems like a really lucid, drawn out dream, but you can’t help but be excited about the situation. If this truly worked, if this Charles wasn’t just pulling your leg, you have a lot of fun in store...

“Alright mate!” he said, bringing you out of your reverie. “The doctor says he’s got everything under control. Now we just need to send you back, and our little exchange will be complete.”

At that, you blink. Only now you realize that you don’t truly know where you are. The place looks like a warehouse, but the forms around you keep shifting. “Yeah… about that. Where exactly am I?”

But Charles ignores your question. “Trade secret. Now, to send you back, I need you to think of a location. Close your eyes, and think on it real hard. If you don’t, we might send you somewhere you didn’t intend on going. Eh, wouldn’t that be funny?”

Laughing nervously, you close your eyes and start thinking.