Erotica

Ham sandwiches, a $5 dress, and a hotel room with an inscrutable man behind plexiglas.

White clothes, a river breeze, and twelve couples stripping down at a landmark.

She read my blog, put two and two together, and offered me a blowjob. I have a policy about that.

A reader shares a vivid, detailed account of her orgasm — the first in what I hope will be an ongoing series.

A detailed set of instructions for an afternoon together.

K asked me to describe my orgasm. Turns out it’s as hard as it sounds.

Of course the sex party was in a synagogue. For this secular Jew, it felt like coming home.

A hot night at Le Trapeze. On this evening, I departed from my usual habit of limiting my sexual activity to my date….

A twelve-minute, wordless fuck.

A little written orientation on the care and feeding of my cock.