I love L.A.
As the plane descends, I wonder. I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing. We have never[…]
Read moreIs there a difference?
As the plane descends, I wonder. I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing. We have never[…]
Read more… lap hungrily at your cunt, drinking you in, pushing my tongue into you, against you. While I feel my[…]
Read moreSo the part where your waist flares out into your hips is pretty fucking magical. You know that? Possible scenarios:[…]
Read moreFrom a tropical clime comes the picture. Palm trees, a white picket fence, visible, just beneath the rear view mirror.[…]
Read moreShe sends me pictures. In the first, her lips (to me) are luscious, full, sweet-looking. She says I’m wrong, that[…]
Read moreThis post continues a series of posts I’ve been writing about my descent into depravity, my loss of control over[…]
Read more“I’ve been thinking about your lips, about how it would feel for my cock to slide along them, between them.”[…]
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