Masks still matter.

I have six mugs in my office. I use them throughout the day, to drink coffee from, to drink hot water (with PureGrapefruit!) from. Because I like me a fresh mug, I go through three or four each day, and…

I got a tattoo.

She wears bright, clean, pure, colors. Yellow mask and painter’s pants. A white tee, and blazer. Orange sneakers. Her hair is in a topknot. Brown. High. Her cheeks are high. Her eyes are sleepy, sexy, hungry.

My core masturbatory fantasy has shifted. It’s much less bodily, much more mental; much less sensory, much m

E-lust is back!

Emma can be good, if she wants to. Does she want to?

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

Soon, Jude will come for me. But not… quite… yet….

A banana via texts inevitably leads to misunderstanding, miscommunication, and bad feeling.