Erotica

You stood at the appointed spot, dressed as directed. I was consumed with other matters – couldn’t suitably appreciate your full, round breasts, your exquisite compliance with my requests. “I have some shit to resolve on my phone. Sit tight…

We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise, I’d be getting some contact with this couch.” We shared a drink. Admired the unimaginably hot, if painfully self-involved, lead…

You prefer dresses, you said. Wear a dress. Please. Preferably a slinky cotton one. (If at all possible.) Bring your vibrator. We’ll meet at 6. Or – we won’t quite “meet.” Rather, you’ll stand at the appointed meeting place. I’ll…

We walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our best. Still…. T looked phenomenal in a striped maxi-dress from American Apparel. I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt,…

Because we’ve never spoken, because neither of us entirely trusts the other, and because we’re each going considerably out of our way to meet, we each snap photos of our tickets and e-mail them to one another to reassure the…

Last week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to understand just what about that experience was so resonant for me. Fantasies are interesting in a way that actual sexual…

I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s a sort of pop-psychology guide to how to think about eroticism, desire, arousal, excitement, purporting to be a somewhat scientific…

She’s young. About twenty years younger than I am. Her smile is effervescent, her teeth perfectly straight, her skin covered with beauty marks. Normally, I would stay away. While there’s an undeniable visual appeal to a younger woman – I…

Just a few days ago, I wrote about my vision of a first date with H, a “distant buddy” of recent vintage. She has a slightly different vision. But seems to me as if either way, I win: I’m going…

I had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have a conversation, to get to know you. But I take it back. I don’t want to hear your (normal speaking)…