I spend a lot of time thinking about the future. When I meditate (and other times, too) I sit. I follow my breath. And if I’m paying attention, I notice when my thoughts turn away from my breath. Sometimes, they turn to some other aspect of my momentary experience: my shoulder hurts, my foot’s asleep. […]
Q. How many people are in your marital bed?A. (At least) six. The couple, and all their parents. There’s a surfeit of holiday-themed porn – Santas being sucked off by jolly elves; red, white, and green lingerie on models prancing and preening and posing in snow. There are lots of pronouncements by sex bloggers and […]
The lead-up was bumpy. It was hot. Then it wasn’t. Then it was again. Our relationship had become three-dimensional. No longer was she simply a toy for my pleasure. She had become a person. A person I like, care about, respect, admire. Aspects of our relationship troubled her, troubled me. For reasons I won’t go […]
There’s lots to write, all sorts of fun, hot stuff, but I’m just not in the mood. A wise writer I know once suggested that when I don’t want to write, the thing to do is to write about that feeling. But I don’t even want to do that. So here I am, writing about […]
It’s so fucking hot. Imagining you, waiting for me. Dressed for me. Naked for me. Exposed for me. Open for my use. For my taking. Knowing, precisely, what will happen. Knowing that you exist for no reason other than to serve me, to minister to me, to make yourself available for the delivery of pleasure […]
Tiny. Asian. Super cute. An engineer. Too much to drink. Too friendly. I hope she made it home safe.
Your mouth is wet. Warm. They belong together. Don’t you think?
That is all.
I don’t really like either of the four-letter words in the title of this post. Which is a shame, given how much I enjoy having my cock sucked. (See here, and here, and here, and here, and here, and here, and here, for just a few of the ways I’ve described just how I like […]
Hunger Oral sex is eating. I go down on you because I’m hungry. I want to devour you, to taste you. I’m hungry for you. Yes, I suppose, I’m hungry for your pleasure (see below). But when it’s best, when I’m best, it’s not for you, for your pleasure, that I dive between your legs […]