Ordinary guy. Writing is a way to recognize that there is beauty in the world that is often taken for granted, and by reducing it to words, we can share it with others. It is an attempt to touch someone and not take the reader for granted either. Oh, and did I mention that I love sex? There is nothing better than putting aside your own selfishness to concentrate on giving a partner pleasure. As for the stuff on this site...don't over-analyze it. It's fun! Isn't that reason enough to read it and write it? For the people who ask about my equipment...a simple Trek 7.0 FX Hybrid.
First kiss. That heady, dizzy and intoxicated feeling that happens as your lips are separated following that first contact, where you don't know if you can even stand up without falling over.
I love it. The fact that many women find it pleasurable is the first attraction - it is important to give pleasure. But it is so pleasurable for the man too. The taste. The extreme intimacy. And you don't need to be a gymnast, contortionist or marathon runner to excel at it and give pleasure. It is a win-win act of intimacy and pleasure.
I think the phrase we use in law is "en ventre sa mere".Still a few months until I was hatched.
Ride my See-Saw, The Moody Blues
Yes, yes and yes. Mutual stroking and sucking took place, and it was surprisingly natural. One can definitely feel the difference between having it done by a guy rather than a woman, but it was no big deal. It ended up as a story on Lush, however.http://www.lushstories.com/stories/group-sex/odd-smiles.aspx
Pierre Trudeau...or perhaps Leonard Cohen. Or maybe Natan Sharansky.
More than simply quantity, it is The quality of your words that Remains with me. Not simply the sounds, But the silences. Music, some say, Is not simply about the notes, But it is just as much about the Silences between them. Each night it is the same dream, Each night. It is the same. Nothing more. Nothing less. I see myself Alone in the airport, Bag in hand, Walking through and among the...
Added 01 Feb 2014 | Category Love Poems
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“And in closing, I find that the Plaintiff has failed to satisfy his burden of proof, to establish that the Defendant breached the agreement, and furthermore, the Plaintiff has failed to prove any of his damages. Even if a breach had been found by me, there was no proof presented for my consideration that the Plaintiff suffered any of the damages as claimed. The Plaintiff’s claim is dismissed....
Added 20 Dec 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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Four years of pretty words, Time spent writing poems, songs, stories, Singing for you on your voicemail, Flowers at your door, And saying “I love you” even when you Piss me off. Enough. Full stop. The time for originality and creativity is over. Romance and ribbons and bows, please, Take a back seat. I need to be blunt. Fucking blunt. I want to fuck you. Now. Soon. Anytime I can get you,...
Added 14 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I’ve never really been sure what I am, religion-wise at least. My mother called herself an Anglican, but that did not mean too much to me, since my father’s stance was well beyond run of the mill Atheism – he did not have a love-hate relation with the idea of God – he simply hated the mention of that word. It was not enough to deny His or Her existence. It was necessary to live our lives as...
Added 11 Nov 2013 | Category Love Stories
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Shit happens, or so everyone tells me. Working at the same job for twenty-four years, that would be Enough to drive anyone crazy. So why should I be any different? It was all going well until then, Until June, And then the cracks began to show. Paralysis on the simple things, The things I’ve done several thousand times, Things I could do in my sleep. Does it really take two hours...
Added 08 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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In silence can I speak without a word? The language of the heart I'll use instead; What need have I of speech when souls are stirred? A gentle touch, a kiss, both are deferred; The meaning of those acts remain unsaid; In silence can I speak without a word? A smile, perhaps, takes flight much like a bird, And carries far on purest wings outspread; What need have I of speech when souls...
Added 19 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems
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How many times have we had sex now? Not more than half a dozen times in the last eight months. Blow jobs and hand jobs in the car don’t count. I am talking only about getting completely naked on a bed (or maybe the floor or on a sofa) and having real, good old fashioned sex. The first time was wild. I know you didn’t plan it. Sitting on your sofa, and I took my shirt off, and then my...
Added 19 Mar 2013 | Category Love Stories
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There are days where I don’t know Which way to turn. Pulled in a thousand different directions, Everybody wants something from me. Except for you. You have been patient and understanding, Even when I know my silence is Frustrating. Disheartening. Heart-breaking. But you send words of kindness, Of longing, Of desire. Of patience and of understanding. If only there was more of me, Or...
Added 22 Feb 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I can't find my rhythm tonight, Sleep for an hour, then up again, Tired as all hell, But my body and brain Won't play nice with each other, One tugging me one way, The other... Maybe that is my rhythm. Up. Down. Up. Down. Fuck the rhythm! I'm hard too. Too early for morning wood, not at 1:30 a.m., And I just got up to take a leak, So it should be down. But it's up. Damn! Too damn tired...
Added 24 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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I don't care. I am not waiting for the right time. I am not waiting for anything. You don't have to shave or wax, you don't even have to wash. Coming from the gym? All sweaty? A bit skanky? I don't care. It's your period? A bit messy down below? I don't care. It has been too long. Much as I love you, I find that time makes me forget the little details, where the dimples of cellulite are,...
Added 11 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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