Fingering

We boarded, with twelve other couples, at 9 pm. We all were dressed in white, head to toe, at the request of our lovely hostess. There was some amusing banter about the boat, safety, etc., it was explained that we…

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

Soon, you will have my cock in your hands, in your mouth.  I will have my mouth on your cunt, my fingers inside of you. I can’t wait. Will you tell me, in advance, what you like, what you don’t,…

“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.…

You 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…

So the part where your waist flares out into your hips is pretty fucking magical. You know that? Possible scenarios: 1) Meet for a movie. 2) Meet for chaste coffee, just chat. 3) Meet in a bar, dress as I…

Let me start by saying, I love pussy.  I love eating it, fingering it, fucking it, looking at it, pressing against it , and thinking about it.  Whether it’s bushy or waxed, I love it all. But the time has…

Which panties shall I wear? I wake up to find the following e-mail:  “Which panties shall I wear today?” she asked, and included a picture of eight pairs of panties laid out on her bed.  Thongs, boyshorts, bikini briefs; plain…

I have written a bit, and will write more, about my experiences in the land of paid sex.  In this post, though, I’m not going to write about my experiences, or about that land – I’m going to write about…

The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two years ago now).  I recall everything she writes vividly, but still, it’s jarring to read it in her words –…