Charlotte has an orgasm in a bar. And on the street. And a whole lot more on my face.
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Charlotte has an orgasm in a bar. And on the street. And a whole lot more on my face.
Read moreI visit the bar. It’s not the same.
Read moreSometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.
Read moreThe woman next to me at the bar.
Read moreWe make eye contact. Quizzical, her eyebrows rise. Who are these people?
Read moreA gorgeous, inscrutable server….
Read moreI sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I[…]
Read moreWhat am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….
Read moreI sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently[…]
Read moreA beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.
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