Shelby got her ass tied up by me.

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

A new woman gives me an excellent new idea….

The closest you’ll ever come to seeing Charlotte’s face.

I want you like this.

Music can make me cry.

Soon, I will tie Shelby up. I promise to tell you about it.

Charlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the flame of rejection, the flame of abandonment, the flame of disappointment. Here’s a little vignette: Charlotte and I have been…

Recalibrating with Charlotte