In her words…. i was so excited for this date i love the elaborate construct “arrive here and wait for my text” i am happy to be somebodys plaything and make decisions so i show up and im wearing this dress without a bra (which feels pretty outrageous but probably doesnt look as ourageous as [...]
This is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft glow of the TV in the back of the cab. Could the cabbie see her, her hand sneaking into her panties, her legs spread, the deeply contented look on her face? Probably. Her dress rode [...]
You stood at the appointed spot, dressed as directed. I was consumed with other matters – couldn’t suitably appreciate your full, round breasts, your exquisite compliance with my requests. “I have some shit to resolve on my phone. Sit tight for ten minutes,” I texted. “I’m comfortable standing, if that’s ok,” you replied. “Ok,” I [...]
So my friend Liza is winding up her blog, and in (one of) her last post(s), she went all statistical, sharing some tidbits from Google Analytics about her blog, and her readers’ surfing habits. I was intrigued – not so much by the raw viewership numbers (if you’re curious, mine consistently were about 1/4 of [...]
We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise, I’d be getting some contact with this couch.” We shared a drink. Admired the unimaginably hot, if painfully self-involved, lead singer of the band that was about to play. Listened to her as she regaled [...]
This morning, as I tweeted just a few moments ago, I cried for the third, fourth and fifth times of my adult life. My wife saw me cry for the first time ever. My friend – whom I’ve known for about five months, but never met, and whose beautiful face I only saw for the [...]
I have no words. If you pray, please pray. I can’t write about my friend. All I can do is cry. N.
I’ve written a fair amount about my favorite fantasy and my fondest sexual memory (which together provide all sorts of information as to what Jack Morin, Ph.D. (that’s apparently his name), the author of The Erotic Mind, calls my “core erotic theme.” Lately, I’ve been thinking about a little puzzle: if my fantasies and memories [...]