N. Likes

This is the last part, part 4 (I think) of the evening I’ve been hinting at that I recently spent with Rose and Penelope. The other parts will follow shortly. In some order. My cab carried me homeward. I was in a…

“I just want to thank you,” Penelope said, as Rose, she, and I were saying good night. “Seriously. I was really nervous coming in, and you made me feel really… comfortable. You know, you could have been super intimidating, but…

Penelope and I hadn’t met when she sent this to me. We had both swiped right on Tinder, and we quickly established that, well, that I was going to pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy, eat her…

I just did something interesting. I searched, on Facebook, for “friends who use Tinder.” I learned something interesting about a couple of my partnered Facebook friends that I can’t imagine they were hoping I would learn. (Note: I’m the last…

Tinder has provided me with an overabundance of a lot of different things. One of those has been orgasms. I love orgasms. You know that. Well, here are two awesome, loud, fun ones from Heidi. I haven’t met her yet.…

My Tinder account has zero functionality. Facebook figured out that N. Likes doesn’t exist. Tinder figured it out. They’re on to me: I’m not a real person with a driver’s license. This probably is just as well. I’m kinda swamped…

I have a backlog of orgasms, it’s true. Several that I’ve promised to post, and haven’t yet found the time to. But I’m hungry. I want more. I want your orgasm. Will you give it to me? Will you start,…

Her hair is red. It’s straight, and ends jaggedly just below her shoulders. Her eyes are bright, clear, blue. Her face is pale, pale white. Long, slender, almost shiny. This morning, she painted her delicate lips a red that was…

They do nothing for me. Call me N. Please.

I hate it when Tinder decides I’m undesirable. Not when WOMEN on Tinder decide it, but when the app itself does.