The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex for us. Family stress, close quarters, etc. We had a nice French meal together and caught up on a week’s worth of family neurosis, having not had a moment to ourselves since Christmas Eve. Most of our conversation was chaste, but as we got in the car, […]
On our way to see the “First Kiss” couple. The holidays have conspired to keep T and me chaste for too long, so, if nothing else, we will renew our memories of one another’s bodies. But this is in the category of a “Sure Thing.” Except that I’m not Joel. And neither of the women […]
This is pretty much my core fantasy – it gives me almost everything I crave sexually. It involves me and a number of women too large to count. The women need not be models, or porn stars, or young – in fact, if they were a random sampling of women in a place that skewed […]
Or maybe wishes? Or fantasies? I reserve the right to add more, but here are my top seven: 7. High-concept swinging Our dinner party fantasy has never happened. Yet. I really liked the fantasy, though, and I’m disappointed both that our friends ultimately weren’t interested in the most extreme version of the fantasy and that […]
1. Please wear a skirt that’s just a little shorter than you’re usually comfortable in, thigh-highs, and heels. Wear a tight top, and no bra. Pull your hair back, tightly, into a pony-tail. 2. At 6:00 p.m., please be at the clock in the center of Grand Central Station. Have your phone in your hand. […]
Turns out, a brief perusal of L’s Facebook stream reveals that her entire family was dressed in matching elven pajamas last night. Me? I was in my usual boxer briefs. And no, I’m not feeling better. But thanks for asking.
Once again, T and I found ourselves sitting across from S and the Dude, once again in a bar with pretentious bartenders and ridiculously named drinks. This bar has character, though – no sign outside, other than the ancient neon “BAR” sign that gives no indication of the ornate wooden interior, the chalkboards listing wines […]
We sat next to each other while her boyfriend and my wife chatted. The chemistry seemed a little… spark-i-er… between her and me than between the two of them. Or maybe I just wasn’t paying that much attention to T and the Dude (though no Lebowski he), instead, sliding my hand up S’s thigh. The conversation was terrific – […]
Not my holiday, but still…. L sent a ridiculous picture, of her in some sort of elven pajamas, hand in her crotch. It would be hot if it weren’t so silly. In any event – Merry Christmas.
This looks fun.