What I’m thinking about when I’m fucking you
Warning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I[…]
Read moreWarning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I[…]
Read moreShe’s young. About twenty years younger than I am. Her smile is effervescent, her teeth perfectly straight, her skin covered[…]
Read moreJust a few days ago, I wrote about my vision of a first date with H, a “distant buddy” of[…]
Read moreI had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have[…]
Read moreI’ve never been a fan of the quickie. I don’t know that I ever actually had a quickie before this.[…]
Read moreA twelve-minute, wordless fuck.
Read moreSome months ago, Liza and I were chatting about writing ideas, and I suggested she write about something that turns[…]
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[…]
Read moreThey waited, wordlessly. The line moved slowly, but finally, finally, they were next. She looked up at him, as if[…]
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