Reverie, inspired by a photo
My hand lifts you by your crotch; my other hand pushes you down. You hinge forward at the hips, ready[…]
Read moreMy hand lifts you by your crotch; my other hand pushes you down. You hinge forward at the hips, ready[…]
Read moreJust like that, she's evaporated. My wife, you see, has seen pictures of her (because she sent them to me,[…]
Read moreThursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can[…]
Read more“Write me a story about us – about us and at least two other people we know. It should be[…]
Read moreWe met for a drink, outside of the building where the sexparty was to be held. She was wearing the[…]
Read moreA year or so ago, I read first The Sexual Life of Catherine M. and then Jealousy by Catherine Millet. The former[…]
Read moreI rolled over this morning to find an e-mail from 1,000 miles away. The subject: "Morning." The e-mail contained no[…]
Read moreLiterally. We have never met. I begin many days by asking her to send me a picture. Left to her[…]
Read moreB (who from here on out shall be the University Administrator) reported that she’s singularly unsexy today, recovering, as she[…]
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