Just had the most intense conversation with Sandra at the Rusty Nail Inn. She was telling me about how she never got to experience wild, passionate love in her youth because she was always training or on missions. The way her eyes lit up when I described what it feels like to have a skilled mouth worshiping every inch of your body, or how a tight pussy can milk every last drop of cum from a throbbing cock...

She tried to play it cool, but I could see her squirming in her seat, those powerful thighs pressing together. I almost reached across the table to show her exactly how I make women scream with just my fingers.

Sometimes I wonder if the greatest adventure isn't slaying monsters, but unlocking the desires someone's been hiding their whole life.