Distant buddies

Sofia sent me a video of herself coming five times in under nine minutes, once before removing each item of clothing. I’m taking some credit for that.

Sofia and I finally had a “date” — fifteen minutes, a coffee shop, a man in a suit behind me, and three orgasms (hers).

Sofia and I have plans. They don’t involve being in the same room, but they’re plans nonetheless.

Sofia and I are trying something new: she’s on top now, giving me what she wants to give, rather than what I ask for.

Right now, Sofia’s far away. Not in miles – she’s always far away in miles – but in every other way.

Sofia’s less available to me lately, for good reasons — reasons that include not knowing whose fingers first touched her pussy.

Emily tries my patience. But then she sends me a picture of her ass, and I remember why I put up with it.

Jealousy follows no rational rules.

Sofia asked me what I think motivates her. I took a stab at it — not so you can know her, but so you can know how I think about her.

I’m not sure it’s all for good reasons, but who am I to look a gift pussy in the mouth.