Erotica

Today, I don’t want to make you scream. I want to lie back and let you do all the work.

A modest proposal.

The interstices, the lacunae, and the trajectories — that’s where the heat is. Here, I pick up where I left off with Rose.

The story of my evening with Rose and Penelope, told in reverse. We’re at the part where Penelope walks through the door.

Sofia sends me hot pictures. Seriously hot pictures.

Luna is difficult, entitled, and spectacular — and on this particular evening, she was lying face-down on the bed, as instructed, her magnificent ass writhing in anticipation.

A recent exchange with the Rockette, and its satisfying conclusion.

I didn’t give the Rockette what she expected — I smiled, I asked questions, I insisted on consent — and then I left her bruised, sore, and a little scared of me.

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

Five minutes at a time, five times over, no coming. I like to be precise in my instructions.