Dating

Charlotte gets my mouth on her cunt.

An unusual night, at the end of which, I get two phone calls and a text from a beautiful woman I’d never met before that evening.

I like to imagine what might be possible.

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

I fucked Charlotte a bit more than I have done in the past. Plus: ball gag! Rope!

I find my head unexpectedly between Hope’s thick, muscular thighs.

Phenomenal sushi – and Charlotte’s ankles tied in the air. Two fabulous meals!

This was the best part in real life. And the worst part to read. Because I. Can’t. Write. Sex.

Charlotte and I have a little one-on-one time before Sarah joins us.

Giving thought to what pleasures await….