May 2016

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.

A little shameless objectification of beautiful breasts.

Tamora tells me she’s not ambivalent about me, but something’s going on because she cancels the vast majority of our dates. This one, though, she didn’t cancel. Thankfully.

In which I subject the good teacher to a not-so-safe date.

Meet the good teacher. I haven’t yet, but I hope to, soon….

Do you want to suck my cock? I really, really hope so. And I want you to tell me precisely how much you want to.

No touching.

A first date that went quite well.

A reversal, of sorts.