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One of the nice things about having a blog like this is you can (I can) type some drunken thoughts, delay their publication by anywhere from 0-240 hours, and press “publish.”

I’m scared. Genuinely scared.

Wanna hear a really loud orgasm?

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?

I haven’t written much recently. Which means I have a lot of thoughts turning over in my head. [But this was from years ago….]

Am I really that hard to please? I don’t think so….

What I mean when I say that I don’t like to ask.

Thinking about words with T.

Just give me what I want. Please.

I’m off my (writing) game.