Oral sex

My trainer told me this morning that Wednesday is “Steak and BJ Day.”  I thought this was just between her kinky self and her kinky boyfriend.  But then I learned this afternoon that, in fact, it’s a bona fide holiday. …

First, the boring part:  I love Twitter.  Seriously.  I only discovered it a month or two ago, and it’s been great fun.  I’ve made some “friends,” and done some serious thinking.  Oddly, though G+ purports to be more “substantive,” and…

Willow, blonde, wears lycra leggings, a tight top. Her friend, Elyse, a fiery redhead, is dressed similarly – brown cotton tights and a sheer top. Each is virtually flat-chested. Neither needs, or wears, a bra. Four nipples greet me. We…

We were discussing my recent post on working out, and she had some ideas.  “Why don’t we,” she said, her eyes twinkling, “make better use of the equipment here?” She led me to a bench, and loaded the bar with…

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

Lately, I’ve been thinking a bit about how money works, about how it can simultaneously deliver and undermine fantasies. As I’ve written about before, my ultimate fantasy is endless oral sex with endless women.  And I’m a lucky guy –…

Is it really too much to ask for? This, actually, is my holy grail. Or maybe my holy grail is a four-hour blowjob.  Or longer. There are a couple of obstacles to its achievement, however: 1)  Life.  Like, who has…

Gentle dom seeks sub for playful relationship.  No pain, humiliation.  Just sensual good times. She wrote back an hour after the ad was posted.  She was, she said, 21, brunette, buxom.  She sent an unimaginably hot picture.  Exotic-looking, olive-skinned, long…

I sit in the bar, waiting.  It’s dark.  The piano player is in his cups.  My phone vibrates with your text:  “I’m at the airport. Be there shortly.” I told you what to wear (a tiny black dress, heels, thigh-highs,…