Let’s go for a ride
She meets me at the hotel bar. I ask her to wear a short cotton skirt and thigh-highs, heels, and[…]
Read moreShe meets me at the hotel bar. I ask her to wear a short cotton skirt and thigh-highs, heels, and[…]
Read more“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]
Read more“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]
Read moreShe’s tall – 5’10” – taller than most women I find sexy. Taller than most women. But her pictures are[…]
Read moreI sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your[…]
Read more“Now what?” “I want you to take control. Use ME,” I said. “I’m tired. All this bossing you around has[…]
Read moreWe met for a drink, outside of the building where the sexparty was to be held. She was wearing the[…]
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