"I love you," said Bilingual Papi.
I'll talk to you really soon, I replied, with a big grin on my face that I know transmitted through my voice. I really was smiling, but I bit back the reflexive response. I love you, too.
Why did I pull... View More
She keeps me warm at night, among other things... View More
I'm going to start calling him the Stalker Cuckold, at least until I come up with something better. He delights in hashing over the details of his wife's potential lust for old mutual friends with larger cocks than his, and I mean the really boring... View More
It's always a relief to talk about travel instead of tits... View More
lots o' honey and a nice flared base... View More
Dammit. I don't have any hands free for my dick.
His card in my file box is sparsely annotated: CD (cross-dressing) slut, toilet. Then at the bottom-left corner of the card: crackhead. I never put down drugs, or derogatory names, for that... View More
So THAT'S how they get their lawn so green... View More
He really doesn't like himself. I would go so far as to say he loathes himself. He hates his fantasies, so much so that getting them out of him is major excavation work, and some days he doesn't even want to talk about them. He... View More
I can't find room for any of my dishes. Maybe something's stuck?
I really thought most of my guys would have forgotten me, during my four months in the UK. I mean, because FOUR MONTHS IS AN ETERNITY FOR AN ERECTION. But... View More
Like, I don't want to snort this, I just want to jump in it, that's how naive I am.
The calls that require the most acting from me are the ones in which I am supposed to be submissive, which is funny,... View More