Anticipation

Celeste says her pussy tastes tart, subtle. I wouldn’t know. But I want to.

“Are you sure you want to be Athena?” I asked? “Not Aphrodite?”

I’m learning how to communicate with Celeste.

Mira spreads her legs for me….

I just want so much from Diana….

Cast against (my) type….

A new plaything?

There’s a difference between fantasy and reality, between thought and action. Thoughts are never inappropriate.

I’m learning how to take care of myself when Marina leaves, and when she returns. Her presence is delicious; her absence can be torture.

In which I begin to press against the boundaries that haven’t yet been set.