
07/07/2025
THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my l***y dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Amish, where I was born and raised, and up on Northstar, where I spent the better part two years, I’d marinated in high-octane fantasies of flesh and hair and spurting fluids, buttocks, breasts, and breathy whimpers, pelvis, scapulas, and collarbones, but I’d known that I was fantasizing....
THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my l***y dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Amish, where I was born and raised, and up on Northstar, where I spent the bette…