Memory or fantasy?

The interstices, the lacunae, and the trajectories — that’s where the heat is. Here, I pick up where I left off with Rose.

The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.

She’s blonde, she’s in her late 20s, and I made her pussy wet with my keyboard before we ever met in person. Have a listen.

The logistics of assembling a group encounter, and a candid note on the difference between gently preferring something and dangerously needing it.

Sofia sends me hot pictures. Seriously hot pictures.

Sofia walks into the room dressed as I’ve instructed, and I’m not ready to use her — not yet.

A turbo-slut, a Tinder match, and the inevitable trajectory from first message to leaving the bar.

A strip club encounter with a dancer who spoke English, pulled hair on request, and had a heart-shaped ass. I was a perfect gentleman. Seriously.

Luna is difficult, entitled, and spectacular — and on this particular evening, she was lying face-down on the bed, as instructed, her magnificent ass writhing in anticipation.

A recent exchange with the Rockette, and its satisfying conclusion.