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Prenegotiated sex, a magic wand, and a very good morning.

Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

The dirtiest story I’ve ever written, and I didn’t even have to write it.

You asked what your pictures do to me. Here’s what they do to me.

She won’t commit, but she won’t stop sending pictures either. We both know how this ends.

Another questionnaire — this time, about how you’d like me to go down on you.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.

Button-fly jeans, black cotton panties, and my hand.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

Jen begged me to fuck her. Well, sort of begged. I was feeling generous.