Charlotte asks me what I want her to do more of….

Brown leather boots to just below her knees. Sheer black tights. A white, red, and blue floral dress, neither attractive nor flattering, with a high O-neck. A white denim jacket obscuring my view of her breasts. Dirty blonde, straight/stringy hair,…

A Pilates session with Julie.

This was the plan…

The origin of my name.

In which I think a bit about my relationship to the act of fucking.

A new plaything… and her cunt, and her ass….

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty.

Charlotte asked me to write about what it’s like to fuck her. I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind….

I’ve gotten in several kerfuffles of late.