May 152012
 
Folly, part 3

You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it.  You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs.  You feel my breath, warm, moist, on the inside of your thighs.  My lips brush your flesh, my tongue flicks at you.  You flinch, wince, slightly ticklish, infinitely tender. I lick, slowly, slowly, up your thigh, […]

Feb 082012
 
Which panties shall I wear?

Which panties shall I wear? I wake up to find the following e-mail:  “Which panties shall I wear today?” she asked, and included a picture of eight pairs of panties laid out on her bed.  Thongs, boyshorts, bikini briefs; plain colors, patterns; cotton, silk. Now this is my kind of multiple-choice question. I tell her […]

Jan 192012
 
Writing about sex from a distance

The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two years ago now).  I recall everything she writes vividly, but still, it’s jarring to read it in her words – both because her perspective at the time was not mine (her frustration at my complete […]