I don’t like comparisons, but suffice it to say, there simply is no tastier, more responsive pussy than Tamora’s.
“What do you like so much about my tits,” Tamora asked me. “I like your whole body!” I said. But I do really like her tits. “They’re so… soft….” I said. It’s true of her whole body. She’s not fat. She’s not “big.” She’s my height, maybe an inch or two taller on her heels, […]
There are a number of women with whom I’ve interacted who give me the ambivalence I seem to crave. This is an (alphabetical) chronicle of ambivalence. It’s not complete, but it’s indicative both of how I seem to inspire ambivalence, and to court it. The Amazon: You may recall how much I enjoyed her mouth. […]
I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are in alphabetical order, lest you imagine you discern some other rationale….) In my fantasy, it’s […]
You heard it here first (or second, or whatever.) Here’s the story. I think it’s a little sad the extent to which “Serial” was a story about Adnan Syed, and not Hae Min Lee, and funny spoofs like this one catch in my throat a little, because, after all, “Serial” was, at best, the story […]
I said I’d name her after I filled her mouth with my cock. I changed my mind, telling her I wanted her to name herself. She refused. We were, momentarily at a standstill. We’re past that, now. I think. I have named her. I’m not thrilled about having to do so. As I said here, […]