Memory or fantasy?

Room 909. A hotel room, a command, a wait that I can’t sustain, and a first time that leaves marks.

Memory is unreliable. Sex parties, doubly so.

My first time at a sex party was a letdown. My most recent time, I arrived in a very different place.

Google Hangouts, Starbucks, and the impossible question of where she should point the camera.

I like to say “please” the third time.

V called me out as a weak spanker. I took it personally.

My cock is hard and I need to tell you exactly what I want you to do about it.

More. I want more. This is what I always think.

Six categories of verbs, exposed.