Redheads

The heaven of the thirty-three, reimagined.

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

I almost never cum before I mean to. Almost.

A short dress, a dark bar, a sex party, and three marathon sessions between her thighs.

I don’t usually obsess over a type, but right now, I need a pale, freckled, busty redhead like I need air.