I am a single Dad, raising two teenage daughters. I like to read. I like to write. I spend way too much time staring at the night sky. And a little too much time watching baseball. Anything else you'd like to know, ask. I'm not exactly an open book, but I like to talk, and I like to listen. I value playfulness, in sex and in writing and in life. I am fond of light bondage, blindfolds, lingerie, toys. I love to tease. I have a serious thing about playing with pearls, I have no idea where it comes from, something to do with straddling the borderlands between classy and filthy. I do not cyber. I may flirt, and while I love to talk about sex, I love to talk about almost anything. Someone lovely, poised and graceful has entered my life. She is a gift, a poem, and all I desire. Respect that. I tend to go onto Lush for quick visits to check my email and timeline and look around the Forums. So if you BB me and I don't respond, or don't talk for very long, please don't take it personally. Write me an email and I will be happy to receive it, and to respond. I love email because it is so similar to writing letters, back in the day. My kids say only old people email anymore. They are probably right. The avatar is David Foster Wallace, one of my favorite writers. His best book, Infinite Jest, is an overwritten, self-indulgent mess, and being kind of a self-indulgent mess myself, I can relate. “A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.”— Stephen King"Every love story is a ghost story." - David Foster Wallace
Not following any authors
fucking feminists, always complaining when random guys decide to grab their pussies. makes me sick. for the record, guy ever did that to me, i'd smile politely (as i'm putting my knee into his balls). and yes, i'm a fucking feminist. Are you saying you would put your knee into President Elect Trump's balls? Because threatening the President would be a felony.You just made the NSA watch list. As if you weren't on it already.
She is funny and smart and I have enjoyed our infrequent but delightful exchanges
How could you be anything other than supportive and flattered and excited (I'm assuming they would be for you, since she told you and all)?
Gumball. Monkey. Button. Sir.
Frito pie!(chili over Fritos, with cheese on top, melted together in the oven)
Jeans and NASA tee shirt.
Playing Lego with your daughter.
I am too much of a control freak to collaborate in terms of writing.However, I did do an audio of one of LaylaJune's poems, Indelible, and a poem of the sadly departed (not dead, just gone from Lush) Steph, Leningrad. I enjoyed both collaborations immensely (though they both said how I read it was totally different than what they heard in their head while writing it).I am very open to the idea of recording someone else's work, or of someone recording mine. Just let me know!
Chili today, hot tamale.
You mean, like, perform onstage?
Part one: the woman The girl stood framed in the open doorway of the hotel room like a canvas on the wall of a gallery. The woman faced her from the other side of the entrance, still grasping the door handle, her mind awash with the possibilities that presented themselves in the form of this girl before her. It was impossible to take them all in. The woman reacted with a simple, “Thank...
Added 29 Nov 2016 | Category Lesbian
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She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion. He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding, gasping for air. He let his leg lop over hers. For long moments they lay in the dark together, letting their breathing settle, their hearts slow. A gibbous moon...
Added 25 Mar 2016 | Category BDSM
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I am in the tastefully lit bathroom of a downtown nightclub, taking a picture of myself reflected in the wall of mirror in front of me. The sweater I am wearing is suggestively low-cut, but I center on my face. My sea blue eyes sparkle in the unnatural light. I had stepped out into the alley with some random guy to smoke a joint about an hour ago, so I am a little light-headed. I made out...
Added 17 Jun 2014 | Category Lesbian
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He loomed over her, bottle of bourbon in his hand. He pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth. “That’s hot,” she said. “What’s hot?” “Pulling the cork out with your teeth. You look like a pirate.” “Arggg,” he said. He theatrically spit the cork out onto the floor. A giddy smile spread across her face. He took a slug and kept the liquor in his mouth and haphazardly dropped...
Added 03 May 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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She was sad. It doesn’t matter why. It wasn't an overwhelming sadness. Lots of things make people sad. Life is sad sometimes. That's all. She awoke at five a.m., hours before she usually did. She could not go back to sleep, and did not try very hard. She called into the office and left a message telling them she was taking the day off. She dressed. She started walking across town to...
Added 20 May 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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He had been wanting to fuck her for three years. She was hot in the way Moms are hot. That sounds dismissive, but it wasn't, not to him. It was celebratory. She wasn't a twenty-something waif-thin hottie, she wasn’t a MILF, she wasn’t a model, she wasn’t a cartoonish divorcee on the prowl. She was just a single Mom, maybe a little prettier than the others, at least in his eyes. She had...
Added 18 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I had been going out with Val for a few months. We had fun together and enjoyed each other’s company. We hadn’t discussed whether we were dating each other exclusively. We hadn’t said “I love you,” the charmed words that mark the boundary waters of a serious relationship. We saw each other most weekends, and occasionally during the week. Our sex was electric, and at the time the primary glue...
Added 30 May 2014 | Category Exhibitionism
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. There was a before, and there was an after. For both of them. Meaning, an event had happened in each of their lives – not the same event, but different ones, at different times of their lives – and after that experience something in the world had changed, or something in themselves had changed. Perhaps both. The two tend to go hand in hand. It doesn’t matter what the event was....
Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Straight Sex
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For Marta Words failed him. He maintained his cool while he stood in the cramped efficiency of his supervisor’s office, and in his supervisor’s supervisor’s office as well. He even kept it together while cleaning out his desk, as his coworkers stopped in one by one to say good-bye. His cubicle neighbor Neil came over and gave him a three-slaps-on-the-back man-hug and promised they’d catch...
Added 14 Jan 2015 | Category Exhibitionism
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He enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those are the rules. The coffee shop is crowded, as is the street outside, midtown Manhattan in the afternoon on display through floor to...
Added 27 May 2015 | Category Exhibitionism
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