Instructions

She had a grilled ham and cheddar sandwich.  I had a cold ham and Swiss.  She wore a summery cotton dress. I complimented it. “It was $5, and it shrunk the first time I washed it. That’s why it’s so…

We went on a date once.  It was before the blog, but after the invention of the “Nick” for whom “N” stands. We liked one another, but, for various reasons, it wasn’t meant to be. And then, two weeks ago,…

You’ll wear a skirt, boyshorts.  I know, you prefer dresses.  But I’d like you in a skirt, please.  And a top that shows off your breasts. We’ll meet at noon. We won’t speak.  We’ll kiss hello – hard.  We’ll walk…

Establishing trust with distant buddies, women I’ve never met and may never meet, can be a challenge.

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,…

The other day, I watched. Today, I want to be lazy, to relax. But differently. I want you to tie me up. My arms, tied to the bed. My legs, spread, my ankles, cuffed. Movement should be impossible. I want…

I want to drink in your body. To see you move, walk, bend, sit, lie. To watch as the curves of your flesh press against the fabric you wear. I want to see you make the transition in your day,…

Synchronize watches. In exactly twenty minutes, commence masturbating. I will be thinking of you; you will be thinking of… me? First to send a thank-you e-mail wins.

If you’re a geek like me, those two words, together, are pretty much the cat’s fucking meow.  (Speaking of which, if you haven’t seen this hysterical new blog – “Indifferent Cats in Amateur Porn” – you must go.  Hat tip…

I haven’t really reviewed porn before.  I’ve written a bit about it, mostly from the perspective of what turns me on, what I like, what I don’t. There’s a lot of bad, little good, and very little that consistently turns…