Memory or fantasy?

I had hoped Diana would make her pretty body available to me in person. But it was not to be. At least… not yet.

And now? Hope does come for me.

Charlotte will come for me soon. I promise….

Hope comes to me (and, in part 2, will come for me….)

Instructions for two minutes standing before a mirror. And, eight minutes of audio of Charlotte edging for me!

Charlotte’s compendium of climaxes.

Charlotte’s struggling to get me to allow her to come. She’ll get there. But she’s not there yet.

A distant buddy comes for me, and sends me a photo of her ass. But you don’t get to hear, or see. :-/

Hope is on her way. The anticipation – and the uncertainty – is killing me.

Charlotte is, once again, on a path toward some delicious combination of suffering and ecstasy.