Fantasies about my fantasy
I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]
Read moreI’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]
Read moreI’ve never “broken up with” a distant buddy. The nature of these relationships is almost structurally overdetermined not to get[…]
Read moreLately, the business of being N, and of managing relationships with “Distant Buddies,” has been interesting. P, about whom I’ve[…]
Read moreIf you’ve been keeping score at home, wisdom, thus far, has prevailed. But folly is mounting a tremendous rally. Do[…]
Read moreIf you’re a geek like me, those two words, together, are pretty much the cat’s fucking meow. (Speaking of which,[…]
Read more[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t[…]
Read more“Round 1, you son of a bitch. Your turn….” The look in your eye scares me. “Don’t you dare be[…]
Read moreYou feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it. You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs. You[…]
Read moreYou fumble with the key card. You open the door. You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard,[…]
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