2018

Invisibility isn’t a superpower. It’s a curse.

A surprising first date with a lovely young thing.

In which Hope, anticipating my cock in her mouth, writes some words for me, in my journal.

I sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I hadn’t seen her in the months since that one time. Several men surrounded her, clamoring for her attention. Jealousy surged…

I’m really very easy to please.

“I am so wet.” Hope texted this to me about two hours before we were to meet. “An excellent way to be,” I replied. “Show me your mouth, please.” I followed with the address of the hotel at which we…

What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….

Wondering what I look like? Wonder no more….

A new beginning, with Hope.

Hope, and confidence.