June 2011
13 posts
Thursday night
She heard the key and the release of the front lock, then the light creak that the hinges made when the door started to open. She hit the home button on her phone and slipped it quickly and silently into the night stand drawer. She heard him strolling toward their bedroom from the kitchen as she burrowed into the pillow and closed her eyes.
She felt his eyes on her on the darkness. Thank God it...
Wax on, wax off
I dated a woman for a while a few years ago. She appreciated the fact that I tend to my man parts, but every time she saw me shaving by balls or around the base of my cock, she said the same thing:
“You should wax. It grows back so much more slowly, so you don’t have to do it as often, and the hair actually becomes softer and lessens over time. Eventually, you won’t have to do...
Hike
I finally finished it. If anyone wants to read it…
Sunday Morning Over Coffee
“I want you to tie me up,” she said, “And spank me.”
The Sunday paper shuddered in his hands. He had dreamed of this moment.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want this. I want you to.”
“We can take it easy, you know, work up to it.”
“No. I want you to dominate me. I want to be your whore. I want you to pull my hair when you fuck me,...
A note to my beloved readers
First, I so appreciate you guys reading my stuff. You have no idea how scary it can be to put something so risky out there and have people give positive feedback (not that I would want anyone to be anything but honest, mind you). In any event, thank you.
Second, and more importantly, Dinner Party is going to play out in serial form. Several blog entries. I almost started from scratch with the...
Dinner Party
She sat beside her date, trying not to look as bored as she felt. How did she let herself get talked in to coming to this thing? I mean, she had absolutely nothing in common with these people, these country club dwelling middle-aged Republicans. Wives all catty and gossipy, husbands talking about golf (and, she imagined, about the pieces of tail that they had on the side when they were away from...
Tried to get one finished before I left the office
but I couldn’t. Apologies. I do try to make these more than just sex stories. Aside from the car story. That was just sex. A quickie, if you will. However, because I feel that I should never leave my followers without, I will write you a poem:
Lying in the sun,
Golden rays bathing soft skin
Warming her to the core.
Fingers lightly trace along
Raising puckered skin
Causing involuntary...
In the Car
“Come on, baby, I need it so bad,” his pants open, the tip of his cock purple and insistent, peeking over the waistband of his boxers.
She sighed, looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, satisfied herself that she was not being watched, and leaned across the console.
She lifted his boxers and had to admire his beautiful prick. Pulsing, so full and thick, almost calling to...
STM
I fantasized about you…
Morning
Sleep retreats slowly
Her fingers trailing along my conscious mind
The soft farewell of a comfortable lover
Who brings me to places, to women
To feelings
That my waking hours could never hope to see
To feel
The memory of her soft breast
Her firm, willing thighs
her hungry lips
Fading from my desperate mind
As the gray morning light intrudes
After the Party
I was almost beyond the ability to form rational, coherent thoughts. Desperate, overwhelmed, the need built to the point of insanity.
The door closed and I was on her like a lion, a wolf, a wild animal, and her energy met my own. Mouths mashed together, the heat from our bodies like twin furnaces, our lust an inferno meeting and feeding upon itself.
Buttons popping and spraying across the floor....
Highbrow Poetry
A Day Out
I had stored up for almost a year
With nary a boff or tumble.
The breaking point was now quite near
As I felt my big balls rumble.
With no prospects ‘round, no date in sight
No outlet for my emitting
I sat and thought with all my might
Eyes watering and teeth gritting.
I’d not handle this task by myself
Wouldn’t dump this on my own
Won’t grab the Vaseline off the shelf
To empty out my...
Hike
The phone rang as she was rinsing her coffee cup, ready to head out the door. She paused for a moment, then sighed and hurried to to the kitchen to pick it up before the machine did the job for her. She stole a glance in the hallway mirror as she passed, admiring her new hiking outfit. Simple, khaki shorts and a plaid top, but she looked good in it. Hours at the gym had paid off, and the winter...