Fucking

I love ’em tiny. Some while back, I wrote about my insane, unquenchable, out-of-the-blue hunger for a redhead. Any redhead. I wrote that I don’t usually crave a type – sometimes I crave sex, and sometimes I crave sex with…

Mark O’Brien was a survivor of polio. In his late 30s, paralyzed from the neck down, but with sensation, nonetheless, he resolved to experience intercourse. “The Sessions” is the story of his sexual – and romantic – awakening, first with…

As I lay back, your mouth on my cock, my head on the pillow, I think, “Why am I so fucking lazy?” It’s simply true that, for all of my love of eating pussy, given my druthers, I would simply…

Continuation of this post, featuring Jen and Mara. So back we went – we picked up our clothes and shuffled out of the dark little room in which we’d begun fucking and sucking and licking one another. Mara apologized to…

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

This post finishes the tale begun, by text, here. And then, with drinks and some play here. And then, the group play began here…. “Let’s go downstairs and see what’s going on there,” I said. Jen looked momentarily puzzled. My…

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt, and a tank top over a metallic, ornate bra. “How do you want me?” she asked. “Just lie on your…

We walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived at the hotel. “Ooh, fancy!” you said. “Only the best for you,” I joked. Our first tryst had been at…

In her words…. i was so excited for this date i love the elaborate construct “arrive here and wait for my text” i am happy to be somebodys plaything and make decisions so i show up and im wearing this…