Erotica

Quietly, you sleep. My hard cock, against your thigh. Suck my cock now. Please?

Stand before me. Dress, obviously, as I request. Chat with me: how do you feel, knowing how I’m about to use you? Are you hungry for my cock? Can you wait?

I hear you worrying. Can I write something that will turn him on? (“Can I write erotica that will turn him on?” I think I heard you ask.) I worry the same thing. Largely because I don’t write erotica. The…

Undress for me, slowly. Imagine I’m watching you. Perform for me. Unbutton your top slowly, teasingly, as if you were teasing me. Imagine my eyes on you, riveted, dancing up and down between your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your…

You sit, feet from me. You know just how hot you look. You are self-conscious – not insecure, just perfectly aware of every move of your body, how it affects me. You calculate every move you make. You brush a…

I told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m surprised at how visible the club is.  I always assumed these places were hidden behind secret doors in bars, in…

I wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which she learns where we’re headed…. N. asked me to meet him at a new bar for our date. I arrived…

I apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented it really well, and I – well, I just let too much time pass since then to be able to…

The bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at the far end of the bar, near the door, sipping her drink, alone. I sat ten or so patrons down,…

Take your panties off, ASAP. Can you take a coffee break? Go to the coffee shop on your corner. Bring your panties with you. Text me when you’re seated. Can you put them on the table? No? Put them on…