Year
2012
496 posts
Third-person erotica
Read moreWhen a woman is aroused by my words, when she is moved to respond to my requests, when she doesn’t judge me, but instead, fulfills me? I’m in heaven. I’m not allowed to tell you her name, or who she…
Conversation
Read moreAre you hard? A little? I’m very hard. Very fucking hard. I’m glad. Wish I was just around the corner. You’d get a text message from me. “Come down, bring condoms” I’d reply, “I have them. Come up.” “No, come…
Creepshot
Read moreShe is 25. Maybe 27. She’s 5’4″ tall. Her hair – brunette, shiny, shoulder-length – is pulled back, in a chignon. A sloppy chignon, but a chignon. Her eyes are big, and hazel. Her nose, angular, long. Her cheekbones are…
Ruthlessness
Read moreWe all use one another. In my experience, sex is at its best when we’re totally selfish – when we unapologetically pursue our own desires. I’m not saying sex is best for me when I unapologetically pursue my own desires…
A view from below
Read moreI don’t know her name. I know the first letter of her name. And I know the last letter. I know that she’s young, 24. I know only a few bare-bones details about her life. We rarely talk about anything…
Dear liza and d:
Read moreLiza 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…
Rejection
Read more“Do you think you’re a sociopath?” she asked. “No,” I replied, not having to think hard. And it’s true. In all of my deepest, darkest, most dishonest years, it was vital to me that I believe the lie I told…
Her calf
Read moreMuscular, toned, slender. The ridge of her shinbone shines in the sunlight. The calf muscle swells out, bulges out, below, luscious, sensual, with a gentle slope leading down to it. The shin connects to the ankle, which pops out, a…
Lilly cums for us
Read moreI’ve played you a few of Lilly’s orgasms (here, here and here) before. On the one hand, they all sound alike – she has a rhythm, a pattern. She starts slow, quiet, and then ramps up, and accelerates into fevered, deep,…
Let’s go
Read moreShe rejected my attempts to choreograph things: “I don’t want to just be one of your ‘girls,’ with whom you ‘do your thing.’” I didn’t want that, either. I was grateful she pushed us in a different direction, a less…