You know that I can’t help but imagine….
You sit, feet from me. You know just how hot you look. You are self-conscious – not insecure, just perfectly[…]
Read moreIs there a difference?
You sit, feet from me. You know just how hot you look. You are self-conscious – not insecure, just perfectly[…]
Read moreI told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m[…]
Read moreI wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which[…]
Read moreI apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented[…]
Read moreThe bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at[…]
Read moreVeronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.
Read moreI want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.
I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.
I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air, to my gaze.
Read moreWill your thighs clench my head? Will they shake? Quiver? Tremble? Will your pussy clench? Pulsate? Vibrate? Will you gush?[…]
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