Davey Davis

Before Dallas, it had been almost a year since I’d fucked an anonymous man. I felt out of practice, for one thing. Then there was my approaching book launch, which was sapping my spare time and energy, and the mushrooming vacuum of normalcy on the hookup apps, and, perhaps most distractingly, my reluctance to really lean into what I’ve been calling “twink MILF,” a brand increasingly foisted on