Fucking

This is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft glow of the TV in the back of the cab. Could the cabbie see her, her hand sneaking into her…

Warning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I hope, unremittingly hot (they were unremittingly hot to write), this will not be unremittingly hot. I’ve also written a bit…

She’s young. About twenty years younger than I am. Her smile is effervescent, her teeth perfectly straight, her skin covered with beauty marks. Normally, I would stay away. While there’s an undeniable visual appeal to a younger woman – I…

Just a few days ago, I wrote about my vision of a first date with H, a “distant buddy” of recent vintage. She has a slightly different vision. But seems to me as if either way, I win: I’m going…

I had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have a conversation, to get to know you. But I take it back. I don’t want to hear your (normal speaking)…

I’ve never been a fan of the quickie. I don’t know that I ever actually had a quickie before this. And I’ve been replaying the whole thing in my head since that fuck. My usual way may be rough, or…

A twelve-minute, wordless fuck.

Some months ago, Liza and I were chatting about writing ideas, and I suggested she write about something that turns most people on, but that doesn’t work for her.  I think that the post that followed was this one, but I’m…

In a conversation with a wise man once, I distinguished between dominance and submission, on the one hand, and sadism and masochism, on the other. He scoffed at this distinction, saying the two/four were not even two sides of the…

[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t imagined how easy this all would be. I knew it would be fun, but now, as I hold your head,…