Remembering camp
For several reasons, unrelated, I’ve been remembering my experiences of camp. I went to a generic all-boys YMCA camp on[…]
Read moreCategory: Memory or fantasy?
Is there a difference?
Anticipating Tamora
“I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth,” Tamora wrote, in anticipation of an upcoming date. And that makes two of us: I can’t wait to feel myself in her mouth. I seriously can’t.
Read moreLosing Hope
I like being a part of someone’s rapturous joy. I simply will not participate in manifest suffering, if I possibly can avoid it.
Read moreFucking Hope (part 2)
The hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.
Read moreFucking Hope (part 1)
One day, someone will explain to me the logic behind the current epidemic of security theatre around the country. In this episode, my (ridiculous) pseudonym is questioned, and I’m unable to prove that my fake name is MY fake name.
Read moreMaid Marian
A surprising first date with a lovely young thing.
Read moreHope springs eternal
“I am so wet.” Hope texted this to me about two hours before we were to meet. “An excellent way[…]
Read moreHope sucked my cock
A new beginning, with Hope.
Read moreNo chemistry?
A painful, promising tease…
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