Oral sex

I write rough. I write about “fucking faces,” and so on. But I’ve come to notice that there’s a distance between what happens in my sex life and how I write about it, and wherever there are such differences, I…

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…

As the plane descends, I wonder.  I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing.  We have never spoken, though we have corresponded extensively.  I have told myself that I’m not traveling just to see her – in…

You know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends).  I’ve summarized it all here, here, and here. Thus far in our story, as much as I’ve cheated, stolen, lied; as many women as…

After Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent.  (The end of the story, and its summary, can be found here, here and here – I repeat this in every post because it’s important to me that no…

… lap hungrily at your cunt, drinking you in, pushing my tongue into you, against you. While I feel my cock growing, insistently, in anticipation of replacing my tongue, of plunging into you, of bumping against your g-spot. While I…

This is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…

In my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club.  It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony Theater, the women, more made up, better dressed.  They also, alas, had more silicone and were less prone to rub…

She sends me pictures. In the first, her lips (to me) are luscious, full, sweet-looking. She says I’m wrong, that they’re small.  But that her bottom lip is “fuller.”  They’re eminently kissable. She accepts “sweet” as a compliment. She has…

“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders, over her head.  She instinctively lifted her arms to help.  I removed the camisole that remained.  Her breasts were round,…