June 2020

In which I invite the caring concern of Marina’s friends for her well-being.

Please give money to the Lincoln Project. The more money they have, the more likely Trump will lose, and if Trump loses, fewer people will die.

In our reunion, Marina dresses for me – a collar and a jumpsuit – and she comes for me. And undresses for me. And talks with me.

Marina doesn’t yet understand what it means to suck my cock.

In which Marina gives me control of the sensations in her pussy using two phones, a vibrator, and an untold number of satellites facilitating our communication.

The whole, and the parts. And, the sum.

There’s so much I need from Marina.

I hugged my father-in-law!

Here’s a thing I enjoy about Marina: she is just game for anything. I haven’t heard her, yet, say, “No! I don’t want to do that!” Quite the opposite. Most anything I suggest, she’s up for. She’s been out of…

My requests are like gifts – opportunities to please me. Can you receive them that way?