Memory or fantasy?

Isabel promised she wouldn’t be this shy forever, but her shyness was pretty fucking hot while it lasted.

A fantasy of what I would have done to you, had you not been so frustrating. Polite, rough, and unfinished – just like us.

I give her an assignment. A detailed, demanding, arousing assignment.

A woman I haven’t met yet sends me the sounds of her coming. Four times in 36 hours. There were more, but I can’t share those.

She reminded me of a bird — tiny, fragile, shivering when I placed my hand on her throat.

My presumption is that you’re a slut who’s going to do exactly as I say.

I’d decided we should stop seeing one another. But then she pinged me, and before long, I was watching her bend down in leggings from a second-story window.

Swanky bar, arctic char, Scotch, self-satisfied finance bros, and Rose — who’s moving away, and whose cock-sucking I intend to savor.

Stand in front of me. I’ll be sitting, stroking my cock through my jeans.

Today, I don’t want to make you scream. I want to lie back and let you do all the work.