Memory or fantasy?

A delicious night of cock-sucking and blog remodeling.

I misbehaved. Unintentionally. And had a collision with Tamora’s sensitivities.

It’s been years since I felt Tamora’s mouth on my cock, since she felt my tongue on her sensitive, sensitive clit. It seems (or, for a moment, seemed) our long wait nears (neared) its end….

A new plaything helps me think about redesigning this blog. Among other things.

I would make an excellent member of the secret police.

Part one of a date on which Charlotte might reasonably have expected herself to be tied to a chair and interrogated.

Every photo I’ve ever posted of Charlotte. In one place.

The lead-up to a date. Revisions….

My mind is off to the races.

Charlotte makes a list for me. And she comes. A bunch.