Memory or fantasy?

A sexy waitress compliments me, and I find myself utterly tongue-tied.

Please suck my cock while I read.

Come for me, please. I want to watch.

Why does her lipstick match the soles of her shoes?

In which I imagine you doing something profoundly hot for me.

One possibility for a date between me and A. She doesn’t like it. You’ll never guess why.

I don’t like comparisons, but suffice it to say, there simply is no tastier, more responsive pussy than Tamora’s.

I know exactly what I want, and I’m not afraid to say it.

I spent much of my twenties in bars. I never had a drinking problem, but I spent many late nights drinking, mostly with the same crew.

I got my cock sucked, and a woman I’d never met was unhappy about it.