2014

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.

I’ve asked Sofia to prepare something for you. You’ll thank me.

She’s blonde, she’s in her late 20s, and I made her pussy wet with my keyboard before we ever met in person. Have a listen.

The logistics of assembling a group encounter, and a candid note on the difference between gently preferring something and dangerously needing it.