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I crave obsession the way others crave peace. Right now, I’m in one of those heightened periods, and the collateral damage is showing.

Rocky Horror, construction workers, a blindfold, rope cuffs, and a very polite request.

Five minutes of focused attention on my cock, and what I found there: an ache, a hunger, a chill, and a taxonomy of desire I never knew I had.

A menu of fantasies, for the right mouth.

Véronique has a good memory, and she’s not shy about sharing it.

I had a plan for the evening. It didn’t survive first contact.

Instructions for her, while she’s at the bar.

Driving through the meatpacking district, I told her to cum for me. She did.

She knew the day would be long. She didn’t know much else.

Véronique was kind enough to leave out some details. I’m not that kind.