I haven’t written much recently. Which means I have a lot of thoughts turning over in my head. [But this was from years ago….]

Tamora tells me she’s not ambivalent about me, but something’s going on because she cancels the vast majority of our dates. This one, though, she didn’t cancel. Thankfully.

Tamora’s body is soft everywhere I touch, and she shakes before our dates. This is what she masturbates to.

An alphabetical catalogue of the women who blow hot and cold — and what that says about me.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

A young woman was killed, a man may or may not have done it, and a podcast made celebrities of everyone involved. At least now he’s getting an appeal.

She refused to name herself. I refused to let her off the hook. I named her Tamora, and she can take it up with me while my cock’s in her mouth.

A woman I haven’t met yet sends me the sounds of her coming. Four times in 36 hours. There were more, but I can’t share those.