As a fan of The Beatles' music with an intense interest in the cultural clashes and evolution in the 1960's I was immediately grabbed by the trailers for Across the Universe. So when Julie Taymor's musical using thirty of The Beatles' songs opened in the United States in limited release on September 14th I tore through the newspaper searching for a theatre s...
I can't seem to stop thinking about you. All I can think of are your lips on mine, your hands caressing my body, your flesh pressed tight to my own. Tonight, I'm taking you from your dreams into mine. I've prepared myself specially, just for you. I seem to do it anyways, whenever you're on my mind. I subconsciously dress sexier, use more "va-va-voom" make-u...
There's this one bookstore I have been going to since I was a kid. An old rambling house right on Route 1. I think maybe it used to be the train station, but now it's a bookstore. Room after dusty room, endless stacks of books, some probably haven't been touched in decades. It's easy to spend the day there, to get lost in those endless stacks, running your f...
You spot me sitting at Starbucks, wrapped in an oversized sweater even though it's still 80 degrees outside. My hair is halfway hiding my face as I sit curled up in the chair holding my latte on my knees, staring at the floor with a pensive look in my eyes. You almost decide to not get my attention and pull me back into reality as I appear to be very far awa...
There's a point at which your wildest dreams meet with reality and result in really kinky, hot, wild sex. The kind of sex that makes you sore the next day. The kind that makes your legs shake and your world rock. The sexual tension filled the space between us like a third person sitting on the couch. "Can you smell hormones?" I wondered . . . God knows, if...
"Oh yes mike fuck me, yes! oh! oh! oh! yesss!" Melanie moaned as she lay on her back, legs rapped around her new husband of six months, Mike, who was going down on top of her. Mike slowly rolled off of Melanie and laid beside her exhausted from the sex they had just had. Melanie was a beautiful white woman of 28, she had long dark black hair which had gol...
I can't imagine a scenario that sounds even remotely realistic for this to ever happen but I had a fantasy late last night (when I couldn't sleep)involving you, two guys and a woman with a strap-on as I sat back and just watched the fun. At least in my imagination you seemed to enjoy laying on your back on a bench or table that put you at the perfect heigh...
An Interlude -In which the postie is introduced to the housemate. Resting where we lay, this awesome tight-bodied cutie laying back on me, pinning me to the sofa, we remained wide-eyed and panting for a while as my dick went limp inside her pussy and eventually lolled out. Gobbets of our cum followed and drizzled over my balls and onto the sofa. Holy shit,...
The room is dim, the color of twilight. I'm sitting on the couch, my feet curled up under me on one side. The small lamp next to me is on. On my lap, I have a magazine. I've been leafing through it, trying to concentrate on the words before me, but my mind keeps drifting. I look up at the clock on the wall and note the time... *sigh... I put the magazine dow...
"Hank, you're scaring me. What is it?" "Steffi, I am so sorry, these last couple of days have been so strange. We barely know each other, and I have seen you naked. Heard what has been happening to you, saw you pleasuring yourself. I've listened to you describe in detail what you have been through, and my mind has gone to places it shouldn't have. At first...