Sofia

After a conversation with Sofia, I was bitten by a mosquito, and I thought about what the itch felt like. It felt like a useful metaphor.

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

I asked Sofia to send me some pictures inspired by the word “wet.” As in rain. Characteristically, she blew away my expectations. Next time, I’ll share what she sends.

Sofia sent me a smoking hot video. We’d been flirting by email, when I suggested she come for me. “I’m at my friend’s house,” she wrote. “I think I have to go home.” Two hours later I was watching, my…

It’s been a while since Sofia and I have spent time together. Well, you know, we’ve never actually met. But once upon a time, we Skyped, or used gchat, or Hangouts, or whatever, once in a while. Not a lot,…

Well, not in person. But still.

My relationship with Sofia is a constant work in progress. In recent weeks, we have been experimenting with a new way of interacting. In the past, I would tell Sofia what I wanted to see of her, what I wanted…

I haven’t written much about Sofia lately. We went through a difficult period. We seem to be emerging from it. And today, I find myself wishing that I could see her – posing for me, touching herself for me –…

Relationships – even virtual, long-distance ones – are complicated. Regular readers know how fucking hot Sofia is, how devoted she is to giving me precisely what I want, precisely what I need. But the realities of our relationship – we’ve…

For reasons, we’ve been a bit less in touch lately. But the other day, she sent me a scorching video, one I don’t have permission to share with you, but which, nonetheless, I feel compelled to tell you about. It…