The other day, I wrote about Jade Morey and all the nasty, filthy things I imagined doing with her and, in particular, her doing to me. I offended at least one reader whose politics are different than mine. Sorry. If you don’t want to read one more post on my relationship with Jade, simply don’t click the “read more” link. Or, if you don’t want to read my musings and want, instead, to stick to the more purely erotic posts, don’t click through. And regardless, please rest assured that this is my last post on the subject of this half-wit.
There is one hot sentence at the very end of the post, though, in which I contemplate Jade standing over me, dressed deliciously, as I admire her gorgeous body even as she’s flogging me, her ass barely contained by her leather pants, her breasts spilling out over a spandex bustier, riding crop in hand….