Dating

The good teacher kneels for me in a bar. And then, she earns her panties back.

The women I never hook up with….

How T and I spent a morning, including cats, a magic wand, some sucking and fucking, and just a little humor.

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 matched with someone on Tinder. He walked into the bagel shop. Except it wasn’t him.

A woman on the street looks familiar. It takes me a few steps to realize I’ve seen her face four times — once on every dating app I barely use.

Most of my dates are sure things. This one won’t be, and that means something much scarier than not getting laid: the possibility of being rejected not for my looks, but for *me*.

It started badly — standoffish, defensive, closed. But her pussy was wet, and my cock was hard, and the evening improved from there.

Coffee, months of tension, and then, finally, a late night in which she did everything I asked and I disappeared into the dark.

Two sexy women, two great dates, and two write-ups that made the sex sound less hot than it was. I’m better at desire than satisfaction — on the page, at least.