Good girl
I’ve written about this phrase before, but my thoughts have evolved. Nowadays, I dish out “good girl” as a compliment[…]
Read moreYou go to kiss me. I push your head down, not meeting your lips. “Kneel,” I say. It’s not a[…]
Read moreI apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented[…]
Read moreMy part 2 was light on prurient details. Hers isn’t. Read on…. (and remember, this was her part 1) I[…]
Read moreIn the first, I can see your cleavage, revealed by your mostly unbuttoned men’s shirt. Is it denim, or just[…]
Read moreMe: May I direct your dressing just a bit? Jen: Yes:) Jen: Since you asked like a gentleman 😉 Me:[…]
Read more“I’ve been thinking about your lips, about how it would feel for my cock to slide along them, between them.”[…]
Read more“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
Read more“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]
Read more“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]
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