Oral at a sex party
We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise,[…]
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We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise,[…]
Read moreYou prefer dresses, you said. Wear a dress. Please. Preferably a slinky cotton one. (If at all possible.) Bring your[…]
Read moreWe walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our[…]
Read moreBecause we’ve never spoken, because neither of us entirely trusts the other, and because we’re each going considerably out of[…]
Read moreLast week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to[…]
Read moreI’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s[…]
Read moreShe’s young. About twenty years younger than I am. Her smile is effervescent, her teeth perfectly straight, her skin covered[…]
Read moreI had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have[…]
Read moreShe had a grilled ham and cheddar sandwich. I had a cold ham and Swiss. She wore a summery cotton[…]
Read moreWe boarded, with twelve other couples, at 9 pm. We all were dressed in white, head to toe, at the[…]
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