Luna

I remember Luna. Her pretty, pretty face. Her pouty lips. Her perfect breasts. Her striking curves. Her hunger for attention. What I wouldn’t give to lavish more attention on her, to tie her, spread-eagled, to a bed once again, to…

I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are…

Luna said this to me explicitly. Others have said it more implicitly. The type of woman with whom I interact most effortlessly, most rewardingly – and mutually so – inspires me to attend to her, and responds to my attention…

I (N. Likes) will never post, share or distribute any audio, photo, video or text (“Materials”) you (Luna) have provided me to date, or may provide me in the future, without your express written or e-mailed consent. Nor will I…

Luna’s been quiet lately. It’s unclear whether she’ll suck my cock again. She wants to, but she’s conflicted. Which, honestly, makes two of us. But she did send me this: Thank you, Luna.

That’s what Luna told me, half explaining her own behavior, half explaining that of other women. She gave me an ultimatum: Never mind my existing date that night. I had to see her. (If italics could communicate a whine effectively,…

Luna is difficult. She’s spoiled. She’s entitled. She’s an attention whore. Not infrequently, she e-mails me, “Give me attention!” I don’t think she’s jealous, exactly. But she wants to be my first call, wants to know that, if, for example,…

She’s late. I’m annoyed. Wait – I shouldn’t be annoyed. I should be grateful. She’s traveling a long distance, after all, to hand her body over to me to do with as I please. “Are you ok?” I text. Time…

Tinder’s funny. Each person has up to six photos and about 200 characters in which to communicate enough about herself or himself to entice others. When two people have “liked” each other – have swiped one another’s pictures right, or…

A package will arrive from Babeland. I thought about sending it to your office, but it’ll go home, instead. Don’t open it. Bring it, along with your vibrator, and a change of clothes. Check in to the hotel no later…