Good girl

Ella edges for me, on command. Listen.

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

Adjacent tables in a crowded coffee shop, texting back and forth, my cock hardening in my jeans while her legs slowly spread in hers.

I don’t want to have full-on sex in a movie theater with you, but this would be fun….

We haven’t met yet, but Lupa’s already given me something worth sharing.

What turns me on isn’t what she wants — it’s that she leaves the wanting to me.

Isabel is shy, but she does as she’s told.

Jealousy follows no rational rules.

Emily sends me self-destructing nudes on Snapchat to protect herself, but won’t send the clothed photos I actually want by e-mail.

My presumption is that you’re a slut who’s going to do exactly as I say.