A chance encounter
We’ve never met. We may never meet. But before our commute is over, our eyes will have locked, and I will know the smell of your cunt.
Read moreIs there a difference?
We’ve never met. We may never meet. But before our commute is over, our eyes will have locked, and I will know the smell of your cunt.
Read moreA long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.
Read moreI miss Sofia.
Read moreHeather is a deliciously sexy, open-minded, gun-toting Trump supporter. And, she sucked my cock. And allowed me to feast on her cunt. A delicious evening.
Read moreIn which Heather describes our first encounter, in her own words.
Read moreAn old flame asked me my feelings about spanking her ass (years since the last time I did so). In the first of a series of e-mail exchanges, I answer her.
Read moreDo you need a little inspiration on a rainy morning? Perhaps I can be of service.
Read moreA morning orgasm, via text.
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