Anticipation

It’s been years since I felt Tamora’s mouth on my cock, since she felt my tongue on her sensitive, sensitive clit. It seems (or, for a moment, seemed) our long wait nears (neared) its end….

I am, according to Tamora, a narcissistic asshat. :-/

A new plaything helps me think about redesigning this blog. Among other things.

Part one of a date on which Charlotte might reasonably have expected herself to be tied to a chair and interrogated.

The lead-up to a date. Revisions….

Extracting all I want from Julie….

I’ll be coming very very soon….

Julie has my cock stiff. I’m grateful.

There is just so much I long to see of Julie’s body.

Soon, I will be with Hope. I can’t fucking wait.