Hope

I like being a part of someone’s rapturous joy. I simply will not participate in manifest suffering, if I possibly can avoid it.

The hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.

One day, someone will explain to me the logic behind the current epidemic of security theatre around the country. In this episode, my (ridiculous) pseudonym is questioned, and I’m unable to prove that my fake name is MY fake name.

In which Hope, anticipating my cock in her mouth, writes some words for me, in my journal.

“I am so wet.” Hope texted this to me about two hours before we were to meet. “An excellent way to be,” I replied. “Show me your mouth, please.” I followed with the address of the hotel at which we…

A new beginning, with Hope.

Hope, and confidence.