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A premature publication.

Sofia’s less available to me lately, for good reasons — reasons that include not knowing whose fingers first touched her pussy.

That really is all.

A woman on the street, described in the detail she deserves.

A woman on the subway.

Emily tries my patience. But then she sends me a picture of her ass, and I remember why I put up with it.

A friend offers up a motto. She’s not wrong.

Emily did her homework. She didn’t follow the instructions precisely, but she knocked the cover off the ball — with one notable correction needed: always wear panties.

Some things never change — including, apparently, my assignments.

An assignment I gave recently. It was completed spectacularly.