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, […]
This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your sundress. You look at the list I had sent you: light, cotton sundress? Check. Cork-heeled shoes? Check. White cotton boyshorts (in spite of your insistence that your ass isn’t big enough for them)? Check. Lip […]
I was walking down the street the other day, and, on the doorstep of a neighbor, I saw Paying for It: A Comic-Strip Memoir About Being a John, a graphic novel by Chester Brown. I picked up the book and carried it home. Over the last two days, I read it. I’m an uneducated, and […]
Liza tells me she’s been dreaming about me. I’m flattered. She tells me that, the other night, I gave her directions as to how she should fuck D. It’s not often I can make dreams come true…. Accordingly (and, from here on out, I’m mostly addressing Liza; D and Liza both, please accept my thanks […]
This is just a musing, or perhaps a rant: we have a profile on SLS (the dominant “swingers” dating site, at least in my city). Until today, we were both listed as “bi-curious.” Now, to be clear, I’m straight. I know that about myself. I have had sex with a couple of guys, always limited […]
Until recently, there simply was no feature-length porn I liked. No porn actresses I found myself attracted to. I’m a guy – I like porn. I like images and videos of people having sex. I like seeing people come. But as I’ve written elsewhere, there’s very little of mainstream porn, of feature-length porn, that appeals […]
I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files. You’ve erected a digital shrine to your desire to be fucked by me. But you’ve read these words. You know me, my desires, my relationship to fucking. So you know that, as much as I […]
We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked like it was going to be just the two of us, alone with the instructor. The instructor was one of those.. you know, yoga instructors. Unbelievably, perfectly fit with an ethereal, sexless way about her. […]
I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.” I did it here, and here, and here. I’ve been writing a bit about “firsts,” and this is an attempt at re-telling a bit of my story, in greater detail than I think I did in those origin myth posts. Or, in any event, from a […]
“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders, over her head. She instinctively lifted her arms to help. I removed the camisole that remained. Her breasts were round, freckled. I kissed a nipple. She flinched just a little. I kissed her, first gently, […]