Memory or fantasy?

Anya is smoking hot. Too bad she only wants me when she’s drunk.

Right now, I want to sit back, and for you to do all the work, please.

I won’t be fucking Lida. But this is a glimpse of what I had in mind for her.

Lida is pretty. Her breasts, and her ass, strain at her clothing. She struggles to give me what I want. And she will. But here, she doesn’t. Quite. (You can still here her orgasm, though….)

A haiku for her, on her back, hands cuffed to the bed.

I talked just a little more openly with my new crush. And here’s a little message to her.

Isabel and I finally found our way back to each other, a hair dryer cord, a pillowcase, and a shrinking vocabulary.

I asked Sofia to send me some pictures inspired by the word “wet.” As in rain. Characteristically, she blew away my expectations. Next time, I’ll share what she sends.

Sofia sent me a video of herself coming five times in under nine minutes, once before removing each item of clothing. I’m taking some credit for that.

Ella edges for me, on command. Listen.