One city is quietly special for me. It’s the place where I first truly committed to doing this, to arranging a life of men and travel and money. I already had those things but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I still want more. And it matters that I made that decision while I was in a place I’d never been before, alone in a hotel room, like I was pushing pause on that moment, sustaining “alone in a hotel room” across a long field of time.
I continue to have trouble feeling love across distances yet I don’t stay at home. When I’m away, I forget about people who are supposed to matter to me and I feel forgotten by them. Once the older man found a copy of How To Disappear Completely And Never Be Found in ...

I had my first date with the Dom last night.  We talked briefly about D/s at the bar; only inasmuch as to make fun of the women who would contact him to rail against him.  He liked to respond to them with, “Give it a year or two, then you’ll understand,” and then he’d block them so he didn’t have to hear more ranting.  I told him that some women may never “get it” because it simply isn’t their thing, but it’s not an evolutionary problem on their part.  He conceded that much. I wondered if I was being sub-by by standing up to him.  He didn’t seem to mind and I figured I’d just keep being myself. He talked a lot about himself.  Pretty much exclusively.  He also talked about how ...

My breath came in shallow pants, and my heart beat wildly. I looked down on my wife; her hair was in disarray, and her flushed skin was soaked with sweat as she climbed down from her own orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me, a smile on her partially open mouth. I started to pull out of her when she grabbed my hips. “Not yet” she said, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. She wrapped them round my cock and wiped me as I pulled out, finishing by wiping herself. “Very romantic.” I said. “I don’t want to sleep in the damp patch” She rolled on her side, her back to me, still wearing that little smile, and snuggled up close. I had an arm under her head and cupped a breast as we spooned. She wiggled her ...

She floated from one orb to another, a non-corporeal form awash in a sea of sensation.  She was no longer aware of the virtual reality suit that encased her, she only wanted to reach out and pop the next bubble.  The first one tasted like peanut butter, the next reminded her of summer at Lake Powell, but the next few, …oh fuck, the pink ones burst in slow motion and filled her ears with crystalline sounds and pinpoint tingles.  She sought out the next pink-hued orb and cradled it in her hand.  As her concentration increased, the color deepened until a thought occurred to her… (105)

Without the weight of her body, she pictured herself naked and exposed, and assumed the position, knees up, ankles lightly ...

I'm staying at home with Mike this weekend to look for a new place to live. We're just back from the pub for some food and then a nice long gentle session to finish the week. Back to my last visit to Sue...
Sue suggested that we go for breakfast and we put on gowns and wandered down to the communal kitchen. It really reminded me of all the times I’d visited Jen at Uni halls and the games we’d played then. I loosened the tie on my robe slightly – not enough for it to actually fall open, but enough that it was threatening to. This felt especially nice while I was carrying my breakfast back to Sue’s room and didn’t have a free hand to stop the front from slipping open. While we ate, I told Sue (who knew already) and Ryan ...

The sexual instinct is a social instinct. We partner, we become “a couple”, and often it’s wonderful, but we guard ourselves, and even casual conversation becomes more limited. Coupled, talk gets smaller. We no longer seduce. Seduction at bottom is a drive to strip away our public personas and get closer to the heart of others and ourselves. Naked in bed we are more true to our natures. Abandoning seduction we draw the map of our interior geographies too small. My wife and I were at a New Year’s party looking for people to kiss. It was a game we were playing, and the excitement came as much from playing the game together as from the promise of strange lips. I knew she would pull it off, and my confidence in her sexual efficiency ...

I read this morning that one of my current favorite bloggers, The Missus, is shutting down her blog.   It wasn't because she was just tired or didn't have the time or feel motivated to continue, but it was because someone made the connection between her sex blog and her vanilla blog.  That is something a lot of bloggers, myself included fear.  Getting an e-mail from a person asking if you, the vanilla person are also the same person that shares intimate details of your sex life on this other blog.  And I bet, 90 percent of the time, the person has no malicious intent.  But the thought of someone spamming the comments section of a g-rated blog with links to the explicit one is not a fun thought.
I've ...

After the "girlie" issues resolved themself, she had to go on her period! Dammit. And I found out after a nice date night out. She did let me snap a few sexy pictures though and gave me a nice, enthusiastic blow job while wearing a bra, pantyhose and tummy-tucker panties under. I blew it all over my belly.

(Image stolen from Lexi some time ago; title unknown, artist probably Adam Spizak)
She looked, curiously, at the pill in her palm. This was going to take her to places undreamed?
Almost without thinking, she put it to her mouth, swallowed.

Waves of liquid light, sweeping, rising. Crystalline fire spiraling along her nerves, setting them aflame. Skin singing with sensation. A great gulf, filling with burning ice.
Scattered notes dancing in the swirling wind. Mighty gears turning, meshing, driving her higher. Globes of ecstasy, bubbling up and through her. Building and foaming, gyring and twisting, lithe and effortless. Floodflames as she neared the tautened edge, then crossed it in screams of wonder and joy.

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I’ve really had my hands full. In between working for The Dancer, gearing up to leave town with The Composer, sleeping with The Married Ex and The Musician, Skype fucking The Blues Dancer, planning for the return of Detroit Boy and The Poi Spinner, getting over The Unicorn and being pursued by plenty of other nameless characters, I’ve hardly had time for myself! But at the end of it all, the one person who haunts my dreams both night and day is The Couchsurfer. I had dinner with The Dance Crush a few weeks ago and we got into the topic of exploring kink. He asked me about the most “violence” I had displayed to another person or had conducted on me and my thoughts drifted off. The Dancer performed on the other end of the room ...

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10:35 pm Tiny concentric circles: an infinitesimally reducing radius, a satellite spiraling downward in a slowly decaying orbit, circling just above the surface of the red-hot, pulsating star; coming close, skimming near, but never quite touching. Jessica squirmed around on top of the sheets, glancing over at the computer monitor across her bedroom on her desk. She flexed and arched her back, and paused momentarily to lick her fingers. She tasted sexy, a little salty, a little sweet, a little bit spicy. She loved the taste of her own come. She made a soft little mewing noise, and let her fingertip resume it’s circling. Masturbation was perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of. How many times had she heard that? Jessica didn’t believe a word ...

What are the odds, right?  Holly and I continue to have these awesome, fun, sexy, loving dates.  Yesterday was no exception.  It was the first time in a while that we'd been able to get naked and the VERY first time that we'd been able to get naked at her new place.  More on that in a minute, but first, let me just echo what Holly has already told readers on her blog - she's happier than she's been in a long while.  I can just hear it in her voice and see it in the many smiles she gives me.  Don't get me wrong, there are undoubtedly hard times and challenges ahead as she and I adjust to un-married life, but she's really making great strides and it's easy to see that a certain weight has been lifted from her pretty ...

1. I am a 25-year-old female. I don't really like saying "straight" woman, as I feel like it's limiting. "Bisexual" feels like lying, too, because I've never had gay sex. I've never even made out with another girl. This doesn't mean I won't in the future, though.
2. I've had sex with three men. I lost my virginity at 22 to my first real boyfriend. I instinctively knew that this guy was sort of a dick and really into himself, so I never told him that he was my first, as I knew he would use it as some sort of power play against me somehow. We didn't date for very long. The only reason I chose him as my first was that he was demonstrating very intense feelings for me, and I figured he was good for helping me get it over with.
3. I've actually ...

I had a girlfriend stay over at the weekend, she's stayed over loads of times before and is married. She's been married for quite a while, and when we were a few glasses of wine down she admitted that he doesn't like to go down on her. She says she hasn't had any oral for about a year! Wow. I told her I couldn't tolerate that, that I'd just have an affair or something :) She said that wasn't really I option. She also said she still goes down on him, so it's not very fair, but she deliberately doesn't go down on him as much as she would otherwise. It's a shame as she is quite attractive, nice body with big boobs.
When we were finally ready for bed, we both got into my bed as we normally do, and continued having a bit of a gas. We're ...

‘Two Men’ by Scheherazade “Have you ever had a threesome?” “Yes, years ago but it was more 3 people in the same vicinity than a 3some” Next email “I have a friend coming Tuesday” Oh, ok……. It didn’t work out the first time and so by the time we were meeting I had emailed  #2 and felt comfortable. Let’s call him “Burning Man” since the pic he sent was from there.  He seemed nice and had slept with a friend of Mr.Cellophane’s.  We had limited time, so we met at the room. We started by kissing, quickly I was naked, exposed Hands on me, mouths.  The problem with meeting this way is there is no starting spark, no heat built, you go in cold.  So, initially my ...

A very happy 2012 to all of you!It's been quiet in here since the summer as I worked on various non-smut projects, but I'm back home now and planning lots of fun in here, so keep me bookmarked or you'll miss all kinds of new smut, starting with the conclusion of the new Sophie story 'The Game', and also the long-awaited continuation of 'The Bookshop'... and I think it's long past time that we had

There's a wide variety of tea in the kitchen, and I just brought in some croissants from this excellent patisserie on Queen Street. Please, by all means, help yourself. And don't let the cats bother you... neither of them bite. Relax, make yourself at home.
But I'm going to take a little hiatus now, and this may be just as well since posts have been irregular at best. Other writing projects are demanding my attention and I may be rethinking the entire approach to this naughty blog as well.
I enjoy hearing from you. Feel free to email me to share your thoughts, let me know how you're doing, what you've been enjoying in your visits here. But it's time for this blog to take a breather until at least into the new year.
Kisses.

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