December 2021

One possible medication for a feeling of un-safety: make Charlotte the queen of my harem.

Taking (back) control of Charlotte, at a distance.

Leyla has been having wet dreams about me.

A new plaything. At a distance.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I like when Charlotte works for me.

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty….

This was the best part in real life. And the worst part to read. Because I. Can’t. Write. Sex.

Every silver lining has a cloud. After a truly spectacular day… the very end wasn’t truly spectacular. I fucked up. While I had done a good job of titrating the alcohol consumption throughout the day (as I said in an…

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!