We’ve never met. She hasn’t picked a name yet. I won’t name her unless/until I’ve filled her mouth with my cock. Tinder is what we have in common. But in no time, she was filling my inbox with the sounds of her pleasure. Perhaps one day we’ll meet. Until then, I have to content myself […]
She reminds me just a bit of a bird. Tiny, fragile. I imagine I could crush her in my hand. I don’t want to crush her. Some women give off the sense that they can take whatever I might give them. Sofia gave me that at a distance. Whatever I asked, she did. Whatever I […]
I (N. Likes) will never post, share or distribute any audio, photo, video or text (“Materials”) you (Luna) have provided me to date, or may provide me in the future, without your express written or e-mailed consent. Nor will I now or ever in the future threaten to use any or all of those Materials […]
I just posted this “code of conduct” here. For archival purposes, I’m posting it here, as a post, on the blog as well. The page will change over time. This post won’t. It’s intended to show you my starting point. Assurances I offer: Data security:I will do my best to keep anything you send me […]
I’m in a position of responsibility and trust. I value this position, treasure it, even. And, I get off on it. Over the last few years, a number of women have trusted me enough to let me use their bodies in person and virtually, knowing that, at any time, I could write anything I might […]
I’d like for you to feel a constant awareness of my hunger for more from you. I’d like for that to be somewhere between a tickle and a gentle tug. I don’t want it to be overwhelming. I want it to be a comforting, warm presence. If it becomes more, tell me.
I had a series of interactions the other day with a lovely, gorgeous young lady on Tinder. Very quickly, our chat escalated. She was sending me pictures of her gorgeous body, posed precisely as I requested. In a matter of hours, I was familiarized with every part of her. Not just her breasts, ass, thighs, […]
In “Shame,” Michael Fassbender powerfully depicts the soulless misery of a driven existence. The other day, I saw a man deep in the throes of this. He stood, leaning against a “down” stairway, his eyes furtively glancing up the stairs to see who would be coming down, what they would be wearing. Women in skirts […]