Oral sex

This is the kind of question I have wet dreams about being asked. But asked it I was. I gave a flip answer – “I know that you don’t worship mine enough.” And then I drew out my questioner. She…

Last week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to understand just what about that experience was so resonant for me. Fantasies are interesting in a way that actual sexual…

Well, even before that…. I love how you look. I love how your clothes draw my eyes between your legs. It’s not possible to look at you and not to imagine your panties pressing against your pussy, absorbing your wetness,…

I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s a sort of pop-psychology guide to how to think about eroticism, desire, arousal, excitement, purporting to be a somewhat scientific…

Most of you have never ventured over to Google+, and many don’t even know what it is.  Relax – if you don’t know about it, you’re not missing anything. But I maintain a somewhat Spartan existence over there, and once…

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)…

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,…