Boundaries

I want/need a sub/slave/assistant to help manage the increasing volume of my work and writing. And, my cock.

Every so often, this blog of mine brings me places I never expected to go. Like stretching on Zoom with a woman in Iran!

Diana seems to delight in showing me her ass and her thighs. Who am I to complain?

Marina offered me more than she could deliver. And I tried to take it. All.

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

I want what I want and I want it now.

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.

Attempt to protect me from myself, #3,498.

Leanne oozes submission. I don’t dare collect it.

Impermissible fantasies