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Nothing Butt Friends

I finally meet my online friend for an intimate encounter

The phone call came through in the middle of the night, while I slept. It must have rang five times and then it went into my voicemail, waiting until the morning for me to see it. It was her. It had to be. The number on my call display was from overseas, and from what little I know about country codes and direct overseas dialing, it had to be from her. We had met online, and soon...Read On

First Time(2)

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Where Had We Fucked?

Two years after an affair ends, I remember where we fucked for the first time

Where had we fucked? Where had we made love? It’s been two years to the day since we last fucked. I liked to think that we used to make love, but it was pretty clear on that last occasion, and maybe the one or two times before, that we were just fucking. The days of you loving me were over, and you just let me into your bed to use me for your own pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine...Read On

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The First Time

Does everyone remember their first time? I do, but not the way most people would imagine.

Does everyone remember their first time? I wonder about that, and I wonder just how many people actually remember their first time with any accuracy and without enhancement for nostalgia or for ego or pride. I started early with my first girlfriend in high school, but nothing more than kissing, feeling each other up (or down, as the case may be) and some oral experimentation. I always went...Read On

Group Sex(1)

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Odd Smiles

My first (and to date) only threesome

Oh, the people you meet online! Sounds almost like a book title by that writer, what’s his name…fine, I’ll stay away from sullying a children’s author’s name by linking it to my sexual experiences. I’ll get to the point. Life online is like a box of chocolates, you never know what… Ok, I’ll stay away from paraphrasing movie quotes too. I’ll cut to the chase – I met a woman online,...Read On

Love Poems(20)

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Anthem

Never think that silence means that there is no music

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...Read On

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Blunt

It's time for plain talk

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,...Read On

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Shit Happens

Am I still the same man you love, after all I have been through?

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...Read On

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A Villanelle

A stab at the poetic form of the villanelle - for the one who does not want to hear words of love.

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...Read On

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Days Like Today

You patiently wait and your patience makes me want you even more.

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...Read On

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Tonight

Another sleepless night with you on my mind.

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...Read On

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I Don't Care

The time doesn't have to be right and you don't have to be perfect - I just want you now

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,...Read On

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More

How do we bridge the gap between desire and reality?

How can I want more when I already have everything? Greed and desire, Can I tell the difference? You, who have been my friend, My everything, Can I really ask for more? When I have cried, You have cried with me, When I have laughed, You have laughed with me, When I say I love you, You say it to me too. When I am alone, You remind that I am not. When I am near my end, You remind that there...Read On

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Absence

When friends or lovers are absent, memories fill the void

When you are not here, When you are not there, When you are absent, Where do I turn? My voice calls out, But you are not there to hear me. My words? You are not there to read them. My heart? It sits alone, Unable to call out, Unable to find words. My hands reach down And relieve me of my clothes, My hands reach down And find my hardness, Standing naked alone, My hands become The conduit...Read On

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Chicken Tonight

A simple meal isn't always so simple

I called ahead today, Rather than just show up, And she said she was making Chicken tonight. She works as hard As I do, And we have nothing To bind us, No ring, no vows, No obligations. She doesn't need to make it, but... But chicken, The way she does it, Is a project. No shortcuts, No cheating, Just good, old fashioned Chicken. Are there special words Of love That we say when we are...Read On

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Something Sweet

Thinking of something sweet today

I listened to your voice. It wasn't what I had imagined You would sound like, But then again, I really did not know What to expect. If I said your voice was sweet, What would that mean? Memories of something sweet, Beginning when I was a boy, Buying candy bars for twelve cents And savoring the chocolate, The caramel, the little crispy somethings That went "crunch" As I slowly chewed....Read On

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Wiped

I am too tired for sex, but...

Wiped. It's only 4:00 p.m., And my body is saying Midnight. Who am I to argue with my body? The faxes didn't stop, they are still Coming, And heaven help me if the phone Rings again, And "she" wants to know if I am Available. Is there something unclear about "I am not in this afternoon"? E-mails, letters, files, binders, The onslaught of paper Has numbed me, Exhausted me, And now all that...Read On

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What is Love?

Contemplating...

What is Love? To some it means never having to say you're sorry, But I don't subscribe to Catch phrases. Not from books or movies, at least. Is it a great romance, A journey of two people Through life, As partners? Is it the depth of obligation Felt between friends, The "I am always there for you," That is reciprocated And which goes without saying. Why am I asking myself This question? ...Read On

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Life Gets in the Way

Apologies for all the times when other things occupy time

I've been thinking of you all day. Really, I have. I get all the beautiful images of you, The friendship and the things that Aren't always within the usual four walls Of friendship. I get the memories of late night chats, And of early morning e-mails, And surprises along with them. The attachments in my Inbox, A photo of a nipple, A hand and fingers on your pussy. And all you get is silence....Read On

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One Nipple, One Photo

She gives me a solitary image which arouses me

One nipple, One photo, Not enough detail to make a positive identification In a police line-up. One nipple, One photo, That is all she sends me to arouse My curiosity. One nipple, One photo, My hand reaches down and finds My hardness. One nipple, One photo, Enough to bring me to orgasm by my Own hand. One nipple, One photo, Laying out a 4 x 6 print before me As I climax. One nipple,...Read On

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No Time for Pretty Words

Two potential lovers argue over the terms of their encounter

No time for pretty words, you say, Just fuck me fast. There's always time for pretty words, I say, Let me make love to you. No time. I want your cock inside me, I want to be filled, I want the sweat to pour down from our Foreheads And onto our bodies, As we fuck each other, Fast and hard. There's time, I say. Let me undress you, Savor you, Let me treat you the way I would treat my...Read On

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More and Less

Thinking about your words, more or less

Your words are so much more than just mere words, They leave me wanting more, You make me ask questions To find out more About the woman who is more Than just a friend. If I say much more, Will it leave you wanting more? Or will it be more of what I fear, Silence, because more Was simply too much. The more I learn about you, The more I realize that I know Very little about you, And yet what...Read On

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Subtlety

You tell me so much without a single word

I like subtlety. Your last email made it clear That you are not a fan of Subtlety. Too soon, too fast, Take things slow, And yet your other words, Made it abundantly clear, That you don't care for my Brand of Subtlety. You've made it clear what you want. I knock on your door, And you answer it, The first time we have seen each other Face to face. Before you were only a series of words On...Read On

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Bok Choy

An affair we dare not have, and our desires fueled by an all you can eat buffet

Sitting across from you Last night at the buffet My wife on one side of me, And you across, another man beside you, As I looked up from my food, All I saw was the one meal I can never eat. We first crossed the line Of exchanging words that Spoke of hunger As I sat at this same buffet, But the first time you were not sitting across from me. You sat in another restaurant With another man,...Read On

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Naked

Naked, You lie on your back, legs in the air spread wide, Raising yourself up to meet my face, Raising yourself up as my kisses caress your sex, Raising yourself up as my kisses explore you and arouse you. Naked, I lean forward to taste you, to inhale you, Lowering my face to be closer to you, Lowering my face to be beside and upon you, Lowering my face to become one with you and to arouse you....Read On

Love Stories(6)

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Quick Words

Now I know that I love you, thanks to a cold, Canadian night

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...Read On

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Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel

A man without faith finds answers in a game

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...Read On

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The Best Sex Ever

Sometimes things don't go as planned - thankfully.

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...Read On

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Touch

Two friends - two lovers re-unite one last time before their affair ends

It had been a while since they touched. Since they touched each other. In intimate ways. Their history was one of months of exploration, first of exploring the boundaries that separated them, then of exploring each other without separation. But now there were boundaries again, and the exploration was of the limits imposed by those boundaries. He spoke so many words to her, that he...Read On

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The Kind of Friend She Is

My online friend wants another sordid fantasy from me

I have a hard time saying no to a friend – that’s just who I am. So when I read her email to me, I didn’t hesitate in saying yes to her. It really wasn’t that onerous a request anyway. She wants another sordid fantasy from me. A few thousand miles separate us, and we’ve never met face to face. For that matter, I’ve never seen her face. Just online messages, some chat and now some emails....Read On

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Journeys

A simple bike ride brings two strangers together on a continuing journey of laughs

Every journey has a starting point, but sometimes it’s difficult to tell if there is a destination. Sometimes you just start rolling and you end up someplace you never imagined. That’s true of any journey. Even an innocent bike ride on a warm summer morning. The starting point. A middle-aged man with a wife and kids, not entirely happy but not entirely unhappy either. Happy with most...Read On

Masturbation(7)

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Simple

In the darkness, love can be simple or complicated

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...Read On

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The Next Day

The day after the first date, her fragrance remains and keeps him wondering

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....Read On

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Distracted

On a joint family trip with my best friend, she watches me through an open door

The light shone through the crack in the door of the hotel room. You were alone, as was I, the children being downstairs in the games room with "her" - I hated having to share the room with her instead of you. But for now, that was the situation. She had accidentally left the door unlocked, and it hadn't closed fully, so when you walked by it, you could easily see it was open. You...Read On

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Second Chances

Two online friends continue their video and email exchange

Instant gratification. That’s what most people want these days. Thanks to instant communication with email, instant shopping online, instant pornography too, we all want exactly what we want, exactly when we want it. That’s what made things so frustrating. Much as I don’t want to admit it, my middle-aged brain has been re-wired to operate in the modern era of instant gratification. She made...Read On

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Chances

A Sunday at my office, an online friend and a webcam - a definite recipe for arousal and pleasure

We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live....Read On

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In the dark

I touch myself thinking about a friend thousands of miles away

Dark except for the smallest sliver of light coming from the open door to the bathroom. Sharing a room in a suites hotel with a family member. Across the country from home. From her. A door separating me from my traveling companion. I am on the sleep sofa, lumpy, uneven, too thin to support any weight. Dark. The bathroom light is left on so that she can see her way in the dark, if she...Read On

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Mirror, Mirror

Two friends masturbate to separate memories of a single embrace

She is not with me now. I have only held her once, a short hug in a park in fact, and that was some time ago. I remember it as if it were happening right now, but it isn't. It is only a memory.   I am alone. Everyone else has gone to sleep. In the quiet of the night, I have been exchanging messages with her, but she is not with me now. But I feel her. In my mind's eye, in my mind, I still...Read On

Oral Sex(2)

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Stubble

A feverish dream blurs the line between memory and fantasy

The fever broke. A long night, sweating, having the heat of my body pour out, drenching me, soaking my pillows, my sheets. A long night, my body writhing in discomfort as the heat escapes and slowly the haze lifts. Awake. Drenched. Still unsteady as I stand and look in the mirror. A shower should help, but it doesn't. It only washes away the sweat. But the long night is still on my face, and...Read On

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Tall and Salty

After an online chat ends, the real dialogue begins

I have a confession to make. You’ve read my story about my online seduction? The one I called short and sweet? Yes, that story. So now that I have your attention, I’ll ask your indulgence, as I tell you the rest of the story, or at least what I know so far. My confession? I was wrong. So very wrong. But now I have a chance to correct my errors. I thought the online seduction had been...Read On

Quickie Sex(1)

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All Rise

Order in the court, but disorder in chambers.

“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....Read On

Straight Sex(1)

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Our First Storm

Two married people find heat and passion in their affair in a van in a thunderstorm

We’ve never met before. Tonight is our first night. Online chats and emails don’t count and neither does the half hour on the phone, hearing one another for the first time and planning tonight’s rendezvous. All I know is that you are tall and blonde, a few years older than me, that you are married with kids and that you love sex. All you know about me is that I am married, younger...Read On

Taboo(7)

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First Fruits

A day out of town on business leads to my first time straying

I once was a good boy. I played by all the rules, including the fidelity rule. In fact, I played by the rules and went beyond them. Like everyone, I had my moments of temptation – not in terms of situations, but I noticed a lovely face or a shapely figure. But that was it – at times I even went so far as to look the other way if my wife pointed out a pretty woman, so as not to be tempted...Read On

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All the Difference

An innocent response to a Craigslist post leads to an affair, friendship and fingering

Robert Frost. Thinking about Elaine, all that comes to mind now is Robert Frost. That poem we all read in high school, “The Road Not Taken”. I’m not going to quote from it now. I’ll leave it to you to look it up if you’re not familiar with it. But the words come to mind as I think about her now, thinking back around one year to when she first came into my life. More precisely, thinking back...Read On

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She Knows What She Wants

My co-worker's sore neck leads to a massage and some smiles

I couldn’t stop thinking about Anna. Don’t ask me why. All signs pointed to disaster, at least for me. First of all, I didn’t even think she’d give me a second look. I’m almost twenty years older than her, maybe two inches shorter than her, a belly, receding hairline, I’m married with kids…the list went on. And of course, we worked together in the same office. I was considered her...Read On

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Igniting a fire below

A surprise visit at the office on a Sunday leads to fun and friendship

Sunday morning. Like every Sunday morning for the past six months, I find myself at my desk at my office. Make hay while the sun shines, some people say, so I can’t complain about being busy. It’s a quiet day, no phones, no faxes and I don’t even look at my e-mail. It’s a day to catch up on all the things I can’t get to during the week, when I find myself pulled in a hundred...Read On

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A to Z in the Mall

A promise to a friend to make her next shopping trip memorable

Walking through the mall last Friday, I thought of you. I thought of how much fun it would be to go shopping with you out of town, as a friend. As a fellow shopper.   I thought of how much fun it would be on a day when you can get away without time constraints. On a day when I will play hooky from work - because I can. And because I would. And because I will.   A promise. To go...Read On

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Anything You Like

A quick session of masturbation and a pair of wet panties as a souvenir

I close the door on my office so nobody can hear me. I dial your number and you answer. It is only 8:00 a.m.   You have just read one of my e-mails and you became extremely wet, and you soaked your panties through with your arousal. Then you fingered yourself and made yourself even more wet.   I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something...Read On

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Under the Table

A foot massage between friends becomes something more

It all began with an innocent comment one day, as I was out for a long bicycle ride on a hot August afternoon. She had a habit of calling me with a sense of perfect timing. Never when I was just sitting in one spot, waiting for a call, but usually while I was gliding along at 30 kilometres per hour. I usually had my cellphone set to vibrate, but when I went out for a ride, I turned on the...Read On