John, Dear - An Erotic Story
I am the small “top”, John. The little domme.
Slim ankles, tiny waist, size 6 shoe.
He is easily twice my size and reminds me of who you might resemble in a decade or two.
I am the small “top”, John. The little domme.
Slim ankles, tiny waist, size 6 shoe.
He is easily twice my size and reminds me of who you might resemble in a decade or two.
He was tired of carrying her weight. Her financial choices and responsibilities. Her alcoholism. And he knew she was tired of his drug abuse and laziness and porn addiction. And Train played. And the guy kept talking. “Thing is, man… if it weren’t for divorce, I’d have student loans.”