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 I look in the mirror and see stu...

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 exhausted her. She found it hard to liste...

Your words are so much more than just mere words,They leave me wanting more,You make me ask questionsTo find out moreAbout the woman who is moreThan 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 moreWas simply too much.The more I learn about you,The more I realize that I knowVery little about you,And yet what I do knowIs more than I know aboutAnyone else...

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. We haven’t even exchanged the naught...

I like subtlety.Your last email made it clearThat you are not a fan ofSubtlety.Too soon, too fast,Take things slow,And yet your other words,Made it abundantly clear,That you don't care for myBrand ofSubtlety.You've made it clear what you want.I knock on your door,And you answer it,The first time we have seen each otherFace to face.Before you were only a series of wordsOn a brightly lit screen in the early hoursOf the morn...

Sitting across from youLast night at the buffetMy 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 mealI can never eat.We first crossed the lineOf exchanging words thatSpoke of hungerAs I sat at this same buffet,But the first time you were not sitting across from me.You sat in another restaurantWith another man,Eating pasta, if I recall.We sent texts as we ate...

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.Naked,The sight of two bodies, contor...

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 and shorter, and that I love sex too. Cor...

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 to look and comment. That was then...

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 short and sweet.Wrong.I thought that what...

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 with that too. But I always preferr...

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 out with girls my own age, so I...

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 to the time when I first followed...

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 me wait.I had clicked the “send”...

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, and she wanted me to round out a threesom...