Sleeping beauty (a haiku)
Quietly, you sleep. My hard cock, against your thigh. Suck my cock now. Please?
Read moreQuietly, you sleep. My hard cock, against your thigh. Suck my cock now. Please?
Read moreStand before me. Dress, obviously, as I request. Chat with me: how do you feel, knowing how I’m about to[…]
Read moreI hear you worrying. Can I write something that will turn him on? (“Can I write erotica that will turn[…]
Read moreUndress for me, slowly. Imagine I’m watching you. Perform for me. Unbutton your top slowly, teasingly, as if you were[…]
Read moreYou sit, feet from me. You know just how hot you look. You are self-conscious – not insecure, just perfectly[…]
Read moreI told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m[…]
Read moreI wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which[…]
Read moreI apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented[…]
Read moreThe bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at[…]
Read moreTake your panties off, ASAP. Can you take a coffee break? Go to the coffee shop on your corner. Bring[…]
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