"The end of an era."
Summer’s flight was scheduled to land at 7 pm, and I was supposed to pick her up at the airport forty-five minutes after that, so I was surprised – for more than one reason – when she walked into our...
"The freedom of first realising you're kinky"
I was still coming when I got dressedLeggings pulled up over my steamy wet cunt, and my hot heavy breasts encased, straining, wanting to be freeBleary eyed, out of breath, I unlocked the door and the early morning breeze carried...
Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately,...
"I want you. I want to kiss you. I want to lick your face. I want to smear my body against you."
04/20/---CI dreamt I made out with EK. It felt so good. There wasn't any action around where the legs split off; though my leg did start to wrap around his. I no [know] he isn't thin. And he has turned...
"My journey to sexual discovery began long before anyone discovered me, in a little red journal."
The first woman I ever found attractive was Catherine Zeta Jones and that crush has stood the test of time. Although I never copied it down in my journal, I remember watching The Haunting released 1999 in our exercise room....
"My little red journal reminds me how I used to dance naked and pleasure myself."
3/26/---- lying naked on the floor in my room listening to “I’ll Be Your Inspiration.” dancing in front of the window that work to me as a mirror. Screw clothesWithout any real relationships, I was constrained to my own sensuality and imagination. At a certain point in my life, I began staying up or getting up again late at night to dance naked in my room to a stereo turned quiet enough so that I was the only one in the house to hear it. I would listen to techno music and gyrate...
"My journey to sexual discovery began long before anyone discovered me, in a little red journal."
I know when I had my first wet dream. That was when my journal transformed from occasional scribbles to compact cursive handwriting. The spine of the simple book broke from overuse. It is hard looking through the contents to find...
You walk bySwallowing the sky,Where it’s not atAnd neither am I. Lick my woundsWhere overhang,The bloodless battleWhose victory rang. My thoughts I’ve squanderedWhere no one hears,Pain is so silent -Grant me your tears. Laugh at meWhilst I might try,And though it’s cruel,Could you...
"How our perspective on desire can change so much over time"
As a younger man,The object of desire Was a thing Two as one- The moment, The doing, The having, The taking As an older man, The object of desire Is a feeling Two as one- The being, The you, The...
