Do you know what it is to miss a lover? To feel his absence in your skin, in the cooling outlines of his hand on your stomach, in the thin, bloodless scratches down your back? To see his memory printed on your body in dark purple bite marks, to picture his lips just there on your thigh, and to ache for every part of him deep within? There is the need to ph...
I wake up. Slowly rising from the bed, I put my hands to my skull tenderly, feeling as though I’ve gone a few rounds with a jackhammer in a head butting contest. That’s weird, I think to myself. I didn’t have anything to drink last night. Ambling along at an old mans pace, I shuffle into the kitchen to get some coffee brewing. The place is pretty clean, I’m...
Isaiah and I had connected at a party. There was instant attraction. We were in our 40s and he had kept his former pro-athlete body in great shape while I was a tall, blue eyed brunette with soft curves. It was only our second time together at a hotel. Not sure how we exactly got there, but I was naked on the bed and hoping for a back massage with his substa...
After 15days on the road, brushing scantily dressed women in summer dress walking on the street, and viewing budding summer romances push the limits of public affection, my sexual tensions had built to an unbearable level. The mere act of walking and having my dick rub against my pants was enough to cause a hard on. Talking with my wife for 10 minutes a day...
Knowing that you are wanting to see me again. I go over to your apartment, knowing you are not home. I set things up for you. All the ties on the bed and the variety of toys laid in a neat row. The discipline means laid out as well. I take and get into your shower waiting for you, letting the water cascade down my firm body. Stepping out and towel drying f...
Holy Frijoles: A PapaToad Flash Story * It was something that we did to each other every year on our birthdays. Today, it was Patricia's turn and I had spent days setting it up. The usual tactic was to cause public humiliation for our spouse, which of course, was all in good fun, the more elaborate, the better. Patricia and I had been married for eleven y...
By Robert C. Griffin, New York Journal June 18, 2021 It's certainly not high praise to say that a certain film is the visual equivalent of comfort food, but it's not scorn either. "Michael & Maddie Get Married," the big-screen adaptation of the hit ABS sitcom, seems tailored and focus-grouped to ensure high ratings years from now, when it's endlessly repla...
When I woke up, to be fucking honest, I wasn't in a great mood. Georgia picked that up but didn't bother me much with asking what happened. She was a sensible woman and must've figured it out. Women tend to read men so easily and specially the one they care for. I didn't want to be doing what I was doing but it was like my mind had no control. All it would t...
It was a long Saturday evening when I walked back into the small studio apartment I shared with my little sister. Given how young she was at a budding 18 years old, her side of the room was all pink and covered in lace, while my side had a more austere and efficient look. There were two things that were similar about us : first was our shared passion for gam...
Sometimes, life gets in the way of life. You get so busy that you exist instead of living. You take a deep breath, go on with what you're doing and realize and hour or so later you'd forgotten to take that next breath. Most say that's just the way life is now a days but if that's true, is it really worth it? I mean having things is great but is it worth givi...