December 2011

The deliciousness of anticipation — and its fragility.

My hand lifts you by your crotch; my other hand pushes you down. You hinge forward at the hips, ready for whatever may come next.

Just like that, she's evaporated. My wife, you see, has seen pictures of her (because she sent them to me, to an account I had told her my wife reads).  She wanted to see pictures of my wife in return.…

Thursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can conjure almost instantly by imagining the possibilities. Here’s what I’m thinking: 1) Straightforward, traditional hotel-room romp.2) Give her the reins –…

“Write me a story about us – about us and at least two other people we know.  It should be at least slightly plausible,” I told her. Weeks went by.  She was non-compliant, defiant.  Until the other day, when this…

We met for a drink, outside of the building where the sexparty was to be held. She was wearing the skirt and tight top I had requested.She looked exquisite, and I couldn’t wait to feel my hands slide up under…

She fucked thousands of men without a second thought, then was destroyed by her husband’s few affairs. I know the feeling.

A thousand miles away, she said good morning.

They want to fuck my wife, but not me. I didn’t take it well.

Literally. We have never met. I begin many days by asking her to send me a picture. Left to her own devices, she would send crude, nude, spread shots. I’ve taught her to see the beauty in (or trained her…