Jun 262015
 

Time was short. Circumstances were constraining. I didn’t want to come. She did. We each got our wish. We had corresponded for over a year, but never met. Our drink was quick. She is pretty, sexy. Her eyes danced with nasty thoughts. Her skirt was short. It was less than an hour between when we […]

Jun 262015
 

“Had I not met you I never would have had the chance to explore parts of myself that I never knew existed. It’s been a win win.  Or perhaps I knew somehow that they existed but never thought I could set them free.” Thank you, Isabel.

Jun 252015
 

Her denim shorts are short. Her ass emerges from beneath them in all its round fullness. Her legs are dark, tan, muscular, meaty, lavishly, if monochromatically, tattooed. She wears a black crop top, pulled taut by her C-cup breasts, also tattooed. And around her belly is some jewelry. She presses her thigh against my elbow […]

Jun 252015
 

The vast majority of dates I’ve been on in recent years have been something like “sure things.” Between my blog and my general propensity for repeat encounters, as opposed to first dates, I generally know not just that I’m going to end up with my cock in my date’s mouth, but when, where, how, even […]

Jun 252015
 

Isabel is shy. Whenever we meet, she’s anxious. Anxious she’ll be seen by someone she knows. Anxious someone will overhear as I tell her that I can’t wait to feel her mouth on my cock. Anxious, to be honest, that someone will know what we’re up to. On this particular evening, an unseasonably chilly evening, […]

Jun 242015
 

I am so very grateful for Sofia. For her pretty body, for her beautiful face, and, of course, for her perfect compliance. She makes my cock hard many mornings, many afternoons, and many evenings. Some time ago, I suggested she send me a “prompt,” something that would give me something to write about, something that […]

Jun 242015
 
A very short list

Miniskirts, tank tops, denim shorts, jogging shorts, yoga pants, sundresses, bikinis, baseball caps, sunglasses, flip-flops, bare feet. Visible thongs, visible panty lines, transparent/translucent/sheer clothing. Un/intended views. Yum.

Jun 232015
 

I remember Luna. Her pretty, pretty face. Her pouty lips. Her perfect breasts. Her striking curves. Her hunger for attention. What I wouldn’t give to lavish more attention on her, to tie her, spread-eagled, to a bed once again, to press her magic wand against her clit til she’s writhing, til she’s begging for me […]

Jun 152015
 

I recently found myself in a relatively unusual situation, in which, in my alter ego’s (N’) existence, I was in the presence of not one but two beautiful, interesting, intelligent women. The three of us struck up a bond, and did not a little socializing. One of them, in particular – call her Adriana – […]