Tamora returns?
It’s been years since I felt Tamora’s mouth on my cock, since she felt my tongue on her sensitive, sensitive clit. It seems (or, for a moment, seemed) our long wait nears (neared) its end….
Read moreIs there a difference?
It’s been years since I felt Tamora’s mouth on my cock, since she felt my tongue on her sensitive, sensitive clit. It seems (or, for a moment, seemed) our long wait nears (neared) its end….
Read moreA new plaything helps me think about redesigning this blog. Among other things.
Read moreI would make an excellent member of the secret police.
Read morePart one of a date on which Charlotte might reasonably have expected herself to be tied to a chair and interrogated.
Read moreEvery photo I’ve ever posted of Charlotte. In one place.
Read moreThe lead-up to a date. Revisions….
Read moreMy mind is off to the races.
Read moreCharlotte makes a list for me. And she comes. A bunch.
Read moreSome face-slapping, some rope, a mirrored ceiling, and a lot of orgasms.
Read moreThe lead-up to a date with Charlotte. Hurt feelings. Anger. And a lock-and-key necklace.
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