Anticipation

I miss Charlotte’s pussy. A lot.

I mishandled one of our first interactions. Are things back on track?

Right now, I want nothing more than to eat pussy after pussy after pussy. Here’s the fantasy, in its most and least elaborate versions.

I can’t WAIT to see Athena like ALL of this….

Imagining Julie’s cunt. And more.

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….