She actually came fifty times. For real.

Charlotte came fifty times. In about three hours.

Charlotte anticipates an orgasm or twelve, but her misbehavior results in NONE.

The final tantalizing, unsatisfying part of a date with Charlotte.

It’s really easy to step away from me in a way that won’t hurt me. Please – don’t hurt me.

Chicks should just NEVER fake their orgasms.

How I use Charlotte to revisit my painful past. Not her fault, but….

Charlotte has an orgasm in a bar. And on the street. And a whole lot more on my face.

Another part of my mother’s abandonment of me, of my loss of safety.

What’s your guess?