My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.

Charlotte commences a scavenger hunt. And comes twice for me. Deliciously.

Relationships lead to loss. Jealousy is how I remind myself of that certainty.

Charlotte promised more than she can deliver. The “Queen of Orgasms” project just makes her too jealous. And the photoshoot I asked her to do – it seems to prick her self-consciousness in a way that isn’t hot. I gave…

I’m guilty of stereotyping certain beautiful women.

In which I got exactly what I came for. But I didn’t come.

This is a really fucking hot 20-minute handjob.

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

In which Charlotte delivers. And delivers. And delivers. (Among other things – FIVE orgasms.)

In which Charlotte has an uncountable number of orgasms.