Wanton Wednesday

You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it.  You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs.  You feel my breath, warm, moist, on the inside of your thighs.  My lips brush your flesh, my tongue flicks at…

This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your sundress.  You look at the list I had sent you:  light, cotton sundress?  Check.  Cork-heeled shoes?  Check.  White cotton boyshorts…

I was walking down the street the other day, and, on the doorstep of a neighbor, I saw Paying for It:  A Comic-Strip Memoir About Being a John, a graphic novel by Chester Brown. I picked up the book and…

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…

This is just a musing, or perhaps a rant:  we have a profile on SLS (the dominant “swingers” dating site, at least in my city).  Until today, we were both listed as “bi-curious.”  Now, to be clear, I’m straight.  I…

Until recently, there simply was no feature-length porn I liked. No porn actresses I found myself attracted to. I’m a guy – I like porn. I like images and videos of people having sex. I like seeing people come. But…

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…

We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked like it was going to be just the two of us, alone with the instructor. The instructor was one of…

I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.”  I did it here, and here, and here.  I’ve been writing a bit about “firsts,” and this is an attempt at re-telling a bit of my story, in greater detail than…

“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,…