Another night with Véronique (part 2)
As I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in[…]
Read moreAs I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in[…]
Read moreOften, people say, “I could never meditate; I can’t clear my mind, I can’t stop thinking.” To my knowledge, meditation[…]
Read more1. You’ve never seen a penis, and you’re scared, but you know that you need to make me cum. Or[…]
Read moreBefore you hear from either Véronique or me about the rest of the evening that began like this, I thought[…]
Read moreI had planned for Véronique to receive a paper copy of the note from the bartender.* But I was running[…]
Read moreYour instructions, while at the bar: 1) Please pinch one nipple – between your fingers, not through your dress –[…]
Read moreShe knew the day would be long. She knew that in the course of the day, he would select the[…]
Read moreVéronique went first. So before I say a word, let me observe a couple of moments from the evening that[…]
Read moreThis is Véronique’s Part 2 to the story she began here, and I began here. My “Part 2” will follow.[…]
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