Disappointment

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…

Alexandra and I meet. I will not get to lick her pussy. She will not get to suck my cock.

I don’t want you to want to please me. If you do, I will be disappointed. And, likely, disappointing.

You can’t always get what you want.