Instructions

Today, it’s mine. I asked and received her permission to post both these sexy sexy photos and to share with you her agenda for the thirty minutes she has to give to me. Yesterday, she told me I could have…

I want to tell you what to do. To tell you what to wear. To insinuate myself into your thoughts, into your speech. I want you to say “yes” to me. I want you to feel my eyes burning through…

A friend and I, sharing a drink, were discussing our respective experiences of “failure to launch.” I think I’ve said it before, but here, once and for all, is my official position on the subject: If my cock isn’t hard,…

I know, I know – more of the same. You’ve heard it all before. But still…. You are dressed as I requested. A tiny black dress. Black boyshorts. A black bra. Your pussy is wet. You don’t see me. As…

After I come a second time deep in your throat, your pussy is aching, dripping. “I need to come,” you say. “You’ve been a good girl,” I say. “But you keep getting this part wrong.” “I’m sorry,” you say. You…

You had told me that your preference was for me to come on you, not in your mouth. I had told you that my preference was to come down your fucking throat. I plunge my cock deep into your mouth,…

How long has it been since I allowed you an orgasm? It feels like years. “Please?” you ask, an air of desperation in your voice. “Please?” I’m silent, watching you, a thin smile – no, a smirk – on my…

Not of your face. But I want to take pictures of you, to record what I’m lucky enough to be able to lick, to taste, to hit, to fuck. I want to take pictures – classy, dirty, black-and-white pictures. Of…

I want them. I want them all. Don’t come unless I say you may.

I want to watch as you perform for me. You wear a black minidress, black boyshorts, and a black, lacy, bra. You lower yourself down to a squat and spread your legs for me, so I can see your thighs,…