Memory or fantasy?

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.

A set of instructions for an evening.

I’ve never met Sofia, but I know her body — in fragments, in parts — better than I know most faces I see every day.

Your entire body will be still, like it or not. I need to go shopping.

I didn’t give the Rockette what she expected — I smiled, I asked questions, I insisted on consent — and then I left her bruised, sore, and a little scared of me.

Luna’s pussy doesn’t want what most pussies want, and it’s taken me longer than I’d like to admit to figure that out.

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

A brief meeting, a direct question, and an unsurprising disappointment.

Sofia sent me photos, and I narrated my way through them, one by one, my cock hardening as I went.