Instructions

You fumble with the key card.  You open the door.  You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard, onto the bed.  You yelp with surprise as you flop onto it.  I flip the bolt on the door, and…

Over the last thirty-six hours, T and I have been blessed with a couple of unusual sex opportunities, due to a confluence of playdates and grandparental custody.  Friday at 7 pm, we lay on our bed, typing on our computers…

L has lamented (chuckled at?) – or is it lamented (chuckled at?) – my “flock of tweeties.”  Currently, there are exactly three women with whom I regularly exchange sexy e-mail.  One, I’ve been doing it with for about a year. …

Are you hard? A little? I’m very hard. Very fucking hard. I’m glad. Wish I was just around the corner. You’d get a text message from me.  “Come down, bring condoms” I’d reply, “I have them. Come up.” “No, come…

I don’t know her name.  I know the first letter of her name.  And I know the last letter. I know that she’s young, 24.  I know only a few bare-bones details about her life.  We rarely talk about anything…

Liza tells me she’s been dreaming about me. I’m flattered. She tells me that, the other night, I gave her directions as to how she should fuck D. It’s not often I can make dreams come true…. Accordingly (and, from…

I’ve played you a few of Lilly’s orgasms (here, here and here) before.  On the one hand, they all sound alike – she has a rhythm, a pattern.  She starts slow, quiet, and then ramps up, and accelerates into fevered, deep,…

Take your clothes off as soon as you enter the room. I’ll be sitting in the chair. I’d like you to be wordless, please. Once you’ve stripped to your underwear, I’d like you to lower yourself to your hands and…

You walk in, trying to look calm.  Your flight was delayed.  You had worried you would miss me altogether, that we wouldn’t have just a little time, but instead, none.  My instructions to you had been specific – so specific…

I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files. You’ve erected a digital shrine to your desire to be fucked by me. But you’ve read these words. You know…