Oral sex

“I want a leash around my neck.”   This was a confession. She’s not particularly submissive, but neither is she very communicative. She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny. She can count the number of orgasms she’s had with a man.…

Wear a dress that will give me easy access. Play with yourself a few times in the course of the day before we meet, but don’t let yourself cum. I want to smell your fingers when we kiss hello. I…

She wears a short cotton dress, no bra.  The taste of my cum surely is fresh in her mouth.  Her nipples poke out against the fabric.  The hotel is filled with wankers in khakis and golf shirts.  Though they leave…

The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two years ago now).  I recall everything she writes vividly, but still, it’s jarring to read it in her words –…

I hadn’t seen the movie.  I placed a CraigsList ad strikingly similar to the one James Spader might have used to recruit Maggie Gyllenhaal as his new amanuensis.  I placed it in the “Erotic Services” section (RIP).  I got a…

OneLegUp has several different kinds of parties – they have “Eat-In” soirees, “Take-Out,” and “Tastings.”  Eat-in means, well, that you might well eat someone else in the party.  Take-out means, you take whom you meet out.  And “Tastings” are by…

I am no stranger to the dark, seamy underbelly of compulsive, driven sex.  For years, I was not at all joyful, or honest – with myself or anyone else – in pursuit of the next orgasm.  Today?  I’m lucky.  My…

“Now what?” “I want you to take control. Use ME,” I said. “I’m tired. All this bossing you around has tired me out.” “You’re sure?” she asks tentatively. “Yes.” “Then let’s switch places,” she nearly whispers as she unbuckles the…

She is slender, has a boyish figure – she’s about 5’4″, and her breasts barely fill an A cup. She has a bunch of tattoos, including a big one in the center of her chest where a bigger girl’s cleavage…