Suck my cock

Marina doesn’t yet understand what it means to suck my cock.

This isn’t at all a summary of the post, but it’s hot, nonetheless: this week, I imagined a world in which V might once again suck my cock.

Attempt to protect me from myself, #3,498.

Am I writing about you?

Helena soñó que se dejaba los sueños olvidados en una isla.

I often prefer to be comfortable. On a bed, in a nice room. Tonight, I want something a little more… urgent.

It can be challenging – and rewarding – to have a date subject to strict, pre-established limitations. Fuck, it can be hot just to negotiate them.

“I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth,” Tamora wrote, in anticipation of an upcoming date. And that makes two of us: I can’t wait to feel myself in her mouth. I seriously can’t.

The hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.

Hope texts me she’s wet. Two hours later, she’s on her knees in a hotel room, chopsticks still in her hair, my cock between the same glossy lips she’d photographed for me that morning.