Through and through from the approach and anticipation, to the sensation of the flesh in my hands, no other experience or engagement comes close to the excitement of a moment of groping. Whether pre-arranged or random, private or public, our racing hearts is only paralleled by the excitement of the forbidden intimate.

The affirmation of my fingers rewarded with a woman’s wet is the highest of praise, achievement and success. The mix of fear, caution and tempt of it all is what keeps the hope of the next as a pursuit.

I am grateful for those women always brave enough to risk, their standard, their self image, in exchange for pure want and lust to realize only what they’ve carried in their deepest dreams. I’m honored to facilitate and take from it what I need and enjoy.

Here is to more encounters and more fantasies now addictive reality, continually craved.