Feb 112015
Fantasies about my fantasy

I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are in alphabetical order, lest you imagine you discern some other rationale….) In my fantasy, it’s […]

Oct 162014

You know how I love me some orgasms. Here are two recent ones from Rose. One, from just before we last met. One from since then. And, fwiw, she pretty much agreed with my post about how our last encounter went. So here’s hoping our next encounter – after she moves, and returns on a […]

Oct 142014

I sat in a swanky bar, waiting for Rose. I was wearing jeans and a pink/white candy-striped shirt. (“You look good in pink” is something I hear often enough when wearing this shirt to feel good wearing this shirt.) I was early. Like, half an hour or so early. And I was hungry. And I […]

Aug 222014

You’ve been getting to know Rose, a little. You’ve heard tell of our first evening together, and of our second. (Our second, I told disjointedly. You could read in this order: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5.) Now, it’s time for you to hear Rose, to hear her mounting self-pleasure […]

Aug 212014

Interstices. Lacunae. And trajectories. These are what are hot for me. For the same reason getting is more fun than having, for the same reason a striptease is hotter than an all-nude revue, for the same reason black and white is more erotic than color – because sexual arousal depends on mystery – what’s beneath […]

Aug 182014

This is the last part, part 4 (I think) of the evening I’ve been hinting at that I recently spent with Rose and Penelope. The other parts will follow shortly. In some order. My cab carried me homeward. I was in a reverie. I began recording a little memo to Sofia. Since I’ve never fucked Sofia, since […]

Aug 032014

She’d never been to the Liberty Inn before. “Where do you fuck the lucky guys you fuck?” “Their places, mostly, though mine, too, on weekend nights.” We walked the five minutes to the Liberty Inn. She had been to the St. Mark’s Hotel – a somewhat down-at-heels place that caters mostly to Australian and European […]

Aug 012014

We hadn’t met. Our Tinder back-and-forth had quickly progressed to an e-mail back-and-forth. I had learned some things. She’s sexy, petite, 30. Married (in an open marriage). A “turbo-slut,” she said. She complied nearly perfectly from the start. My only gripe was that her compliance, though perfect, wasn’t always instant. (I’m a tough customer.) She […]