Fleshbot

A cab ride across town, and she doesn’t wait until we arrive.

My trainer knows just how to motivate me.

My trainer said “good boy,” and all I could think about was throwing her around and making her earn “good girl.”

Four pictures, zero meetings, and a voice message I can’t forget.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.

Sometimes, bossing people around gets exhausting. Sometimes, you just want to kneel.

We met for a drink, outside of the building where the sexparty was to be held. She was wearing the skirt and tight top I had requested.She looked exquisite, and I couldn’t wait to feel my hands slide up under…