Redheads

Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Each is tiny – not one over 5’2”. Their mouths exist solely for my pleasure. Their bodies exist solely for my pleasure. They are devoted to me. And I, to them. [Look it up. 33 of them!]

I love ’em tiny. Some while back, I wrote about my insane, unquenchable, out-of-the-blue hunger for a redhead. Any redhead. I wrote that I don’t usually crave a type – sometimes I crave sex, and sometimes I crave sex with…

This is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft glow of the TV in the back of the cab. Could the cabbie see her, her hand sneaking into her…

We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise, I’d be getting some contact with this couch.” We shared a drink. Admired the unimaginably hot, if painfully self-involved, lead…

Fuck. I’m totally obsessed. Over the last couple of days, I’ve somehow gotten it in my head that I simply must fuck a pale, freckled, busty, redhead. My Tumblr is filled with nothing but redheads. So is my G+ photo stream. I…