In the end, Nastya made me feel unimportant. Not exactly undesired, just not prioritized, somehow disrespected. And so I ended things. Or let her end them. I’m not sure which.

She’s loud, and filthy, when she comes. Almost unimaginably so.

Nastya describes what it’s like to have a first date with me.

One of the nice things about having a blog like this is you can (I can) type some drunken thoughts, delay their publication by anywhere from 0-240 hours, and press “publish.”

Wanna hear a really loud orgasm?

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?