August 2014

Nine more days of summer, and I’m running on fumes. I’ll be scarce — or not. You never know with me.

I’m dominant, sure. But really, I’m just a four-year-old who’s big enough to take what he wants — and would prefer not even to have to ask.

Last week, her ass. This week, the rest. And god, do I want to use that mouth.

It’s just not how I roll.

I don’t disappear on people. I say good-bye. I wish more people extended me the same courtesy.

Rose comes for you. Twice.

The interstices, the lacunae, and the trajectories — that’s where the heat is. Here, I pick up where I left off with Rose.

A preview of Sofia, from behind. More to come.

You’re not giving me a blowjob. You’re taking one from me.

The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.