2014

Facebook killed my fake identity, and with it, my Tinder life. Won’t you be my friend?

Luna’s pussy doesn’t want what most pussies want, and it’s taken me longer than I’d like to admit to figure that out.

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

A brief meeting, a direct question, and an unsurprising disappointment.

Luna protects me. From myself, mostly.

Shame lives in my body — hot, constricting, brutal. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

Sofia sent me photos, and I narrated my way through them, one by one, my cock hardening as I went.

I ask a lot. I give a lot. It’s not complicated.

A fantasy I might just make real.

I’ve written a lot about being rejected, but what about when I’m the one doing the rejecting? It happens less often than you’d think, and more awkwardly than I’d like.