You know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all here, here, and here. Thus far in our story, as much as I’ve cheated, stolen, lied; as many women as have danced on me, as I’ve gone down on, as have gone down on me; […]
The video I posted with my “Namaste” post was super-hot, right? Well, if you liked that one, here’s another one from Equinox – same model, equally hot. AND, if you have a sense of humor – here’s a third one. I’m not embedding it because it’s decidedly not hot. At least not to me. But it […]
As I walked out of my gym yesterday, a good-looking guy tripped on the doorstop that propped open the door. He bumped into me. “Sorry,” he said. “I saw you and I lost my concentration. Thanks!” Now, you ladies hear this stuff all the time, and it’s got a dose of power/threat in it sometimes. […]
After Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent. (The end of the story, and its summary, can be found here, here and here – I repeat this in every post because it’s important to me that no one read just a part of this story without having at least been referred to […]
… lap hungrily at your cunt, drinking you in, pushing my tongue into you, against you. While I feel my cock growing, insistently, in anticipation of replacing my tongue, of plunging into you, of bumping against your g-spot. While I squeeze your round ass hard, pulling you against me, pulling me deeper into you. While […]
A curious muse just accused me, in a roundabout (or not really that roundabout) way of being a fetishist of lists. Guilty. I like lists. Perhaps because I’m lazy, because constructing all the interstitial words – the verbs, conjunctions, prepositions, etc. – that form the segues from one thought to the next doesn’t have the […]
So the part where your waist flares out into your hips is pretty fucking magical. You know that? Possible scenarios: 1) Meet for a movie. 2) Meet for chaste coffee, just chat. 3) Meet in a bar, dress as I direct… … and do as I request (just hand over the reins after five minutes […]
Why do I write? I’ve written a bit about my exhibitionism, and exhibitionism is certainly part of it. And I’ve written a bit about my insatiable need for approval, and, failing that, at least non-judgmental, neutral receipt of my desires. But it’s a good question. A friend commented the other day that writing has become […]
We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked like it was going to be just the two of us, alone with the instructor. The instructor was one of those.. you know, yoga instructors. Unbelievably, perfectly fit with an ethereal, sexless way about her. […]
Several years after the blowjob I wrote about here, I paid for my second first blowjob. This one was radically different from the first in every way. (You need to read my origin myth, here, here, and here to get a feel for my current stance vis-a-vis what follows, if you haven’t. And you may […]