Tamora and I would seem to have complimentary desires.
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 […]