Erotica

I’d met Cricket months ago, but she’d been in a monogamous relationship since then. Fresh out of one, we met for a drink. She wore short black shorts, a white/grey striped top, soft, not quite sheer, but close. I’d asked…

Prelude: as I’ve written, I find it (increasingly) hard to write powerfully about sex. I write reasonably well about anticipation, about ideas, but describing who put what where in a way that’s hot is not always easy for me. This…

I sent her this note: Tonight will be relaxing, and exhausting. You will dress for an interview for an office position. You will bring, on your phone (if at all possible), a photo shoot of your choice (a new one,…

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….

This is what I want you to imagine. Not that it will happen – I understand your desire to move slowly. But I’d like you to imagine that it could, what it might be like if it did. Imagine that,…

Today, I want to watch you. I want you to stand before me. I want to see you turn around, and show me your pretty ass, to bend over a little, placing your hands flat against a wall as you…

Isabel feasts on my cock – and comes – in New York’s now-defunct premier sex club.

It started badly. Annica offered her cheek, standoffish-ly. Her body language was closed, distant. She said I was defensive. But her pussy was wet, in spite of herself. (She’s a self-proclaimed slut. I was the first of two guys she…

Wrapped in towels, we took ourselves to the big room, a room holding some ten or fifteen couples. There was a fair amount of fucking going on, and the crowd was a good one: attractive, young, and not a paid…

The other night, while Sofia wasn’t giving me any of the various things that she owes me – and she owes me a lot – she was having a real-life experience that is, surely, the stuff of many men’s porn…