And the next time…
“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt,[…]
Read more“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt,[…]
Read moreWe walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived[…]
Read moreIn her words…. i was so excited for this date i love the elaborate construct “arrive here and wait for[…]
Read moreThis is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft[…]
Read moreWarning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I[…]
Read moreShe’s young. About twenty years younger than I am. Her smile is effervescent, her teeth perfectly straight, her skin covered[…]
Read moreJust a few days ago, I wrote about my vision of a first date with H, a “distant buddy” of[…]
Read moreI had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have[…]
Read moreI’ve never been a fan of the quickie. I don’t know that I ever actually had a quickie before this.[…]
Read moreA twelve-minute, wordless fuck.
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