Dating

I’m on all the major dating sites. They’re all a mammoth waste of time. Tinder’s the only one that reliably connects me to interesting people. But read more….

She’s cute. In her early twenties. Plump, sexy, energetic, vivacious. She is a fuckload of fun in bed. No doubt. As I paid for my bagel, she – on break – was chit-chatting, loudly, with the woman behind the register.…

I’m walking down the street, and I do a double-take at a woman. Who is she? Do I know her? She’s not striking, not gorgeous. She’s attractive, though. I scratch my head. She doesn’t seem to know me. In fact,…

The vast majority of dates I’ve been on in recent years have been something like “sure things.” Between my blog and my general propensity for repeat encounters, as opposed to first dates, I generally know not just that I’m going…

It started badly. Annica offered her cheek, standoffish-ly. Her body language was closed, distant. She said I was defensive. But her pussy was wet, in spite of herself. (She’s a self-proclaimed slut. I was the first of two guys she…

We met for coffee, many months before, finally, we consummated the tension we established that day. Cassie is small, slender, hungry, pretty. Smart, accomplished, busy. Compliant, to a tee. She was desperate for my cock. More desperate than, generally, I can tolerate. “I…

I had two awesome, very different, dates recently, one with Lexy, one with Annica (about whom you’ve not yet heard). I wrote up those dates for you, and they’ve both languished in the hands of those two very sexy ladies…

I don’t have many dates. Most of them are good. Great, even. I tend to go on dates only with women I know I’m going to get along with. Once in a while, I deviate from this practice, and go…

I’m creative. My interactions with every woman are different, depending on the woman, my mood, our history, our relationship. But there are, as regular readers know, a number of constants in my interactions. Today, I’d like to share a little…

Her (opener): Do you have a deal-breaker question? Me: Will you do as I ask? (I think that’s, ultimately, it. But it seems a bit premature here.) Do you?