She invited herself into my life.  And I’m grateful. First, she invited my family to her family’s second home for a weekend party.  We couldn’t make it (and it would, honestly, have been a bit awkward – we/I hardly knew…

I was drinking with a friend – one of the select few from my “real life” whom I’ve let “under the tent” with regard to knowledge about my wife’s and my… peregrinations.  “But how do you handle jealousy?” he asked.…

She had curly blonde hair, piercing green eyes, a killer body, and she looked maybe fifteen years younger than I knew she had to be, given the presence of her fifteen-year-old son in the room.  She was one of those…

It's remarkable that it took until this year for so many things to enter our life. 2011 surely will (ahem) go down as the year of sexual firsts for us. Tonight,  the first freshest in my mind is the aptly…

She does as I ask. Some days, I select her underwear. A few days ago, I asked her to send me pictures of her wearing a variety of clothes in which she feels sexy.  Within an hour, the stream of…

The experience of blogging is odd, especially in these early days. I crave readers, know in my heart they will come (and come) if I build it, but for now, I’m writing for an audience that ranges from 1 to…

This post was featured in E-Lust #32.  Thanks, E-Lust, and welcome, E-Lust readers. “Hop in,” I said. As she sat down, wearing jeans and a soft sweater, I looked at her: “Where’s your skirt?” “Oh shit,” she said. “It’s been a REALLY bad day.”…

There's something about not having something, about anticipating getting it, that's even better than actually getting (or for that matter, having) it. It's delicate, though. The deliciousness of anticipation is so fragile, so vulnerable: it so easily can become craving…

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.…