“I’ve masturbated on Zoom calls before,” Grace told me, her tanned knuckles gone white as she gripped the hotel desk, her muscular thighs spread before me, offering a glimpse of the tight ring of muscle gripping my swollen cock. She gasped as I worked another inch in, dribbling another happy dollop of lubricant onto my shaft. “But I’ve never taken it in the ass while discussing third-quarter sales figures.”
And now, the proverbial record scratch—there’s me, a charmingly unkempt high school English teacher celebrating the coming summer, pun intended. See my burly, hairy chest. See my beard, my tattoos, my gentle yet firm attitude, my red pen, forever poised to appraise pouting ponderings per poets primitive and present-day.