6:30 P.M.
I spent two hours with a man named Benjamin Card. Our private shoot was held at my salt box-style house on Pod Street. Benjamin arrived in a pair of shorts, T-shirt, and Reebok running shoes. He was almost six feet tall, had dreamy gray eyes, a rock solid jawline, a clean-shaven face, and muscles that a professional wrestler would have died for. Benjamin was definitely something remarkable to stare at when he stripped out of his clothes. His wide chest was hairless, tight, tan, and wasn’t a disappointment. I placed him at twenty-five, guessed that he was a player and single, and had the largest n*****s I had ever seen on a man, which I absolutely fell in love with.
If his perfect looks weren’t perfect enough, he wielded a soft c**k that was eight inches long. I believed that th
