Every so often, this blog of mine brings me places I never expected to go. Like stretching on Zoom with a woman in Iran!

A flash in the pan. Sadly.

Charlotte and I eat oysters differently. And, she comes for me. Twice.

It’s been too long since Charlotte and I have seen one another, since I’ve bothered neighbors with her orgasms. But the time approaches.

Watching Charlotte dress, and listening to her ALMOST come, for me.

You know what’s hotter than hearing Charlotte come? Hearing Charlotte NOT come….

Listening to Charlotte’s pleasure.

Just not very much fabric.

Two words for you: spatchcocked thighs.