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.
Naughty...and I'm suspecting it's with a capital "N".
Tranquil was charged with double-parking her broomstick in a tow-away zone during rush hour.
No, but apparently for the better part of twenty years I have been paying not to have sex. I believe the phenomenon is called marriage.
Yes...and that is why we were given ten fingers with which to do so...one for every day of the week, plus some extras in case of an emergency.
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.
As Alex lay awake in the darkness, he thought about his life. He thought about the paradoxical nature of his world, how it seemed so complicated and at the same time so simple. He lay in the darkness on the living room sofa, his bed for the past four years, while twenty-five feet to the east, his ex-wife occupied the former marital bed. She could spread out her arms and roll over in her...
Added 27 Nov 2016 | Category Masturbation
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I have to make this quick. I don’t have much time. I’m at work and there are a thousand things I should be doing, and right now I’m not doing any of them because I have to write this down, out of fear that if I don’t do it now, I’ll put it off, I’ll lose the moment and it will be lost forever. Ok, here goes. I want to tell you that it’s no longer a case of “I think I love you.” Replace...
Added 04 Apr 2016 | Category Love Stories
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It is over a day since I said goodbye. Twenty-six hours to be precise. For all of her talk about fragrance sensitivity, it is now me talking about scent. I can still smell her on me. I know that can't be happening. I showered this morning, washing off the remains of yesterday. Washing off the touch, the embrace, the kisses. Washing off the outward connections made over the course of a day....
Added 30 Mar 2016 | Category Masturbation
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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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