Paean
She stands, legs spread, her back to me. Brown worn leather boots. A white sheer miniskirt with floral patterns hides,[…]
Read moreI’m not a big fan of nudity. Don’t get me wrong: I think a naked body (male or female) is[…]
Read moreNot possible at Starbucks. In the States, we have no such restrictions. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.
Read moreI recently wrote about the somewhat surprising prominence men have in my retellings of my sexual adventures. They have the[…]
Read moreThis is the first in a series of posts about ways that I’m a little different from what I understand[…]
Read moreThere was a birthday to be celebrated. There was a cake, and candles. After round one of fucking, the cake[…]
Read moreI hope you’re enjoying yourself. I am! In recent days, I’ve gone whitewater rafting, done a zip line/ropes course, and[…]
Read moreI pulled my boxers on, leaped over the ottoman between Bill and Ginny and the bed, walked past Ofri and[…]
Read moreSome years ago, before I had ever had sanctioned sex outside our marriage, I visited The F Club in London.[…]
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