February 2013 - My Dissolute Life

A subway sub

This was provided by my friend, V: All of the little movements & gesticulations I’ve noticed that express some of[…]

She’s married, a mom. She’s been lurking here for a while, reading, reading, reading. She confesses that I, um, affect[…]

She’s tall – 5’7″ or so. Korean. Black hair, pulled up, and back, into a high ponytail. She is lost[…]

My wife likes tall guys. I’m on the short end of average – 5’8″. It wasn’t until the last couple[…]

Sit up straight. Straighter. Press your chest out. I want to see your breasts straining against your shirt. Slowly, slowly,[…]

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but I keep being stymied by just how difficult it[…]

I want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.

I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.

I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air, to my gaze.