Memory or fantasy?

Sarah’s account of her first date with me.

A first date that nearly didn’t happen….

In which I’m stood up by a woman I’ve yet to meet.

Charlotte’s leaving me – at least for an evening. And, good girl that she is, she’s taking care of me in her absence. But it’s NOT easy.

Making myself comfortable in the face of loss and abandonment.

Charlotte and I left our hotel room to go to a strip club. And then, we headed back to our hotel room….

In which Charlotte and I had yet another over-the-top fun evening.

Charlotte follows instructions, and sucks my cock like a pro.

A necessary clarification.

My appetite is infinite.