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Virtually, and IRL.

“Excuse me. Sir? Sir?!” “Yes?” She’s attractive, African-American, in her late twenties or early thirties. She wears a very short white minidress, her large breasts straining at the fabric. Her skin is dark, glistening, and her hair is short, straightened,…

I want so much from you. More than anything, I want to possess you. To own you. To own not just your parts, but your pleasure. I want it all for me. I’m jealous that way. (Don’t mistake my profligacy…

I’d met Cricket months ago, but she’d been in a monogamous relationship since then. Fresh out of one, we met for a drink. She wore short black shorts, a white/grey striped top, soft, not quite sheer, but close. I’d asked…

Chryssie Hynde (whose music I love) has set off a bit of a kerfuffle by suggesting that, sometimes, women are to blame for being raped. She says, in an interview with the Sunday Times, of an incident in which she…

Prelude: as I’ve written, I find it (increasingly) hard to write powerfully about sex. I write reasonably well about anticipation, about ideas, but describing who put what where in a way that’s hot is not always easy for me. This…

Some people like ’em. (I’m looking at you, Hy.) I got nothing against women – or men – who like their men hung. To each her/his own, I say. My cock, though, is on the smaller side, as I’ve written.…

I sent her this note: Tonight will be relaxing, and exhausting. You will dress for an interview for an office position. You will bring, on your phone (if at all possible), a photo shoot of your choice (a new one,…

As I walked toward a coffee shop, I noticed a beautiful young woman – in her early 30s, I’d guess – in black spandex leggings and a black tank top. She was walking a little quicker than I, but toward…

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….