Memory or fantasy?

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.

The Amazon gives me an awesome blowjob – her mouth is like a warm cave of jello, with soft pillows lining the walls.

I want thirty more minutes of her time, and I know exactly how I want her to spend them.