2021

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 from Birmingham, in the UK. She asked me if I had ever been to Sha-neck-TODD-y.

Charlotte tells me what she can’t wait for. Coincidentally, it’s what I can’t wait for, too!

I am going to destroy Charlotte’s pussy. In only the best ways.

The Starbucks of strip clubs.

Anticipating a virtual date