I love L.A.
As the plane descends, I wonder. I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing. We have never[…]
Read moreAs the plane descends, I wonder. I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing. We have never[…]
Read moreYou know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all[…]
Read moreAfter Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent. (The end of the story, and its summary, can[…]
Read more… lap hungrily at your cunt, drinking you in, pushing my tongue into you, against you. While I feel my[…]
Read moreThis is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…
Read moreIn my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club. It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony[…]
Read moreShe sends me pictures. In the first, her lips (to me) are luscious, full, sweet-looking. She says I’m wrong, that[…]
Read more“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
Read moreMy trainer told me this morning that Wednesday is “Steak and BJ Day.” I thought this was just between her[…]
Read moreFirst, the boring part: I love Twitter. Seriously. I only discovered it a month or two ago, and it’s been[…]
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