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Erotica
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Inappropriate gym-wear
Read moreShe greeted me in a spangly white tank-top, with shimmering silver panels, her copious cleavage barely contained by the cotton of the shirt. She wore a tight black miniskirt, her round, meaty ass almost visible at its bottom, her chunky,…
Relaxation
Read moreThe other day, I watched. Today, I want to be lazy, to relax. But differently. I want you to tie me up. My arms, tied to the bed. My legs, spread, my ankles, cuffed. Movement should be impossible. I want…
I want to watch you
Read moreI want to drink in your body. To see you move, walk, bend, sit, lie. To watch as the curves of your flesh press against the fabric you wear. I want to see you make the transition in your day,…
On reading erotica
Read more“Have you read Love and Kink, by Guy New York?” “No, should I?” “Sooooo good…. Shocked at how good it was.” “But here’s the problem: I just don’t get turned on reading something by someone I can’t imagine fucking.” This…
Folly, part 5
Read more[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t imagined how easy this all would be. I knew it would be fun, but now, as I hold your head,…
Folly, part 4 (biter)
Read more“Round 1, you son of a bitch. Your turn….” The look in your eye scares me. “Don’t you dare be a biter,” I say…. “Set me free,” you say, and I do. I untie you, remove the restraints, the belt.…
Folly, part 3
Read moreYou feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it. You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs. You feel my breath, warm, moist, on the inside of your thighs. My lips brush your flesh, my tongue flicks at…
The webmaster
Read moreMonday I just thought you should know that the link to my favorite story of all on your blog, ‘Homework,’ is broken. It IS? Oh, I’ll go fix it right away! Thx. Thursday Hey, what’s up? It must have…
Folly, part 2
Read moreYou fumble with the key card. You open the door. You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard, onto the bed. You yelp with surprise as you flop onto it. I flip the bolt on the door, and…
Folly
Read moreThis piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your sundress. You look at the list I had sent you: light, cotton sundress? Check. Cork-heeled shoes? Check. White cotton boyshorts…