Memory or fantasy?

I have a date coming up….

My cock is aching, and it needs your attention.

This is Sheila’s version of our recent date. I think it’s hotter than my version. What do you think?

In which I fingered a visiting dignitary in a bar.

I’m continuing to fantasize about my upcoming date. In this post, I mull a couple of ways we might combat some painful structural limitations we will face during our date.

A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.

I have a date coming up for which I’m quite excited. In this post, I tackle the question of what my date will wear.

Sometimes, I find it difficult to let go of a fantasy.

There’s nothing quite like the sound of a woman coming for me.

In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.