After a conversation with Sofia, I was bitten by a mosquito, and I thought about what the itch felt like. It felt like a useful metaphor.

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

I asked Sofia to send me some pictures inspired by the word “wet.” As in rain. Characteristically, she blew away my expectations. Next time, I’ll share what she sends.

Sofia sent me a video of herself coming five times in under nine minutes, once before removing each item of clothing. I’m taking some credit for that.

Sofia and I finally had a “date” — fifteen minutes, a coffee shop, a man in a suit behind me, and three orgasms (hers).

Sofia and I have plans. They don’t involve being in the same room, but they’re plans nonetheless.

Sofia and I are trying something new: she’s on top now, giving me what she wants to give, rather than what I ask for.

We’re emerging from a difficult period, and all I can think about is how I want to see her.

Right now, Sofia’s far away. Not in miles – she’s always far away in miles – but in every other way.

A scorching video from Sofia, and a detailed account of what it did to me.