Control

Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the flame of rejection, the flame of abandonment, the flame of disappointment. Here’s a little vignette: Charlotte and I have been…

In which I fail to protect my charge.

Taking (back) control of Charlotte, at a distance.

Would I really like to put Charlotte in a cage?

You say you want me to toss you around….

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?