Linda was one of my first real sexual teachers. I met her in college at Michigan State. Before you dismiss my story as sophomoric (literally), you should know that this isn't your typical college fuck story, if only for this reason: Although she was a fellow student, she was quite a bit older than me. I was 21, and she was 38. Linda and I had a marketing...
This is something I wrote purely for myself last summer and kinda uploaded on a whim. I have no actual experience of this kind of sex, but a girl can dream. Also, I have no idea how to handle criticism so you're all obliged to be extra nice to me. ***** I'm bored. It's always boring in the studio. Beats, plug-ins, overlays, melodies - it's all a foreign...
I had the odds for finding a goodly-sized lady to take me from behind down to a science. It was all in the very first glance they gave, and I could tell in mere seconds who could and would, who might and might not, and who never in a week of Leap Year April Fool's Days would even consider it. Never trust a gal who couldn't look you in the eye. Those were t...
I wish I could say, in retrospect, that Kara and I were made for one another. We weren't. Actually, from the moment we met, she thought I was a self-righteous hubris prick. I thought she was a childish idiot. I guess, in our own little ways, we were both right. I still am full of myself and use it to get her into bed. She still just reads romance novels and...
I'm addicted to oral sex. Actually, to be exact, the joy of spreading a woman's thighs with my hands and letting my tongue dance over, around and on her clit until every muscle in her body seizes in orgasm. It is beyond me how there are men out there that can't stand to orally pleasure a woman. Were it not for my wife and her propensity to flirt when we were...
A few decades ago I spent the summer after my second year of college working in Hartford. It was a mundane computer programming job at one of the large insurance companies – not very challenging, but it allowed me to focus on what is important to most every 20-year-old male: getting laid and getting drunk - and in that order, at least for me. When I got to...
I made a mistake. No make that a huge mistake... It all started about a month ago when my wife, Brooke & I were having some martial problems. We'd been married for about 7 years when we both seemed to lose that "spark". Anyway we decided that we'd take a break. Not separate, but just take some time for our selves, re-connect with friends. Basically just do...
We meet in the lobby bar, never having set eyes on each other for real before. I'm sat at the bar chatting to the female server as you walk in and recognising me from my photos, you pull up the stool next to me. You order a drink wondering if I recognise you and sit there feeling ever so slightly jealous as the attractive 30 something barmaid laughs and flir...
My recent liaisons with Mark have made me very guilty and when I finally had a free day with Steve my de-facto I opened up and told him what happened. How did this happen you may ask? Why didn't I just shut up? Well it is simple Steve asked me. As a joke I guess but he asked me. We were having a late lunch on the back porch when Steve asked how the dance...
I was up early reading in the kitchen when the text message came in from the bedroom: Her: Coffee It was a pretty common request from my wife for coffee in bed, but usually it came as a question, or a "pretty please". While I was noting the difference, my phone buzzed with an additional message: Her: with conditions Now, this was interesting. What was...