Cicadas
I hadn’t heard the sound of the cicadas this year, but finally, they have arrived.
Read moreCharlotte will come for me soon. I promise….
Read moreHope comes to me (and, in part 2, will come for me….)
Read moreInstructions for two minutes standing before a mirror. And, eight minutes of audio of Charlotte edging for me!
Read moreCharlotte’s compendium of climaxes.
Read moreCharlotte’s struggling to get me to allow her to come. She’ll get there. But she’s not there yet.
Read moreHope is on her way. The anticipation – and the uncertainty – is killing me.
Read moreCharlotte is, once again, on a path toward some delicious combination of suffering and ecstasy.
Read moreI once had a friend from Birmingham, in the UK. She asked me if I had ever been to Sha-neck-TODD-y.
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