Erotica

First, I undress you. I lift your dress over your head, gently, so as not to muss your hair. Carefully, I fold up your dress, and place it gently on a bureau. I turn you around, guiding you softly with…

Ahhh I wish you would. But I’m in and out of meetings all day today. So if I tell you that I’m imagining being in and out of you in between two of those meetings… That I want to kiss…

I am going to ruin at least one pair of your panties by drenching them so completely with your cunt that they will never recover. And another pair by tearing them off of you. And I am going to write,…

At its peak, I imagined that my fantasy night would feature me and eight or ten women. I had candidates. Most of them, I’d been with before, but there were a few who would be new to me. There was…

We meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will collect, via (silent, secret) text/e-mail, any specific requests/concerns after everyone’s met – such as “I don’t want to lick her…

I’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The women – none of whom, after all, will have met – will know one another by their black dresses. All…

I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are…

to feel your throat yield as my thumb and forefinger – and the webbing between them – press into it. I want to hear that lovely combination of moan and gasp as your breath is momentarily, just a little shockingly,…

I’ve said it before: I don’t really like writing sex. The truth is, the actual sensual part of sex, the part where you suck my cock, where I lick your cunt, where I s-l-i-d-e my cock slowly into you, where…

One white. One black. The dresses are plain, short, of the sort sold by the Gap, or American Apparel. Nothing special, but form-fitting, flattering. Each dress adorns a woman wearing nothing else, save plain cotton boyshorts in the same color…