August 2021

I hadn’t heard the sound of the cicadas this year, but finally, they have arrived.

Charlotte will come for me soon. I promise….

Hope comes to me (and, in part 2, will come for me….)

Instructions for two minutes standing before a mirror. And, eight minutes of audio of Charlotte edging for me!

Charlotte’s compendium of climaxes.

Charlotte’s struggling to get me to allow her to come. She’ll get there. But she’s not there yet.

A distant buddy comes for me, and sends me a photo of her ass. But you don’t get to hear, or see. :-/

Hope is on her way. The anticipation – and the uncertainty – is killing me.

Charlotte is, once again, on a path toward some delicious combination of suffering and ecstasy.

I once had a friend who couldn’t pronounce Schenectady. To be fair, who can?