N. Likes

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

A brief meeting, a direct question, and an unsurprising disappointment.

Luna protects me. From myself, mostly.

Shame lives in my body — hot, constricting, brutal. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

Sofia sent me photos, and I narrated my way through them, one by one, my cock hardening as I went.

I ask a lot. I give a lot. It’s not complicated.

A fantasy I might just make real.

I’ve written a lot about being rejected, but what about when I’m the one doing the rejecting? It happens less often than you’d think, and more awkwardly than I’d like.

The Amazon says goodbye, and tells me about the man who owns her pussy.

The things I want from the women in my life are remarkably consistent, and that consistency can feel, to each of them, like a diminishment.