Sleep Naked

One of life’s simple joys is sleeping naked. I don’t understand how anybody can sleep clothed. I also don’t understand why everybody thinks that this is some remarkably sexy thing. Sleeping naked is entirely natural. Sleeping clothed is what’s weird. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping naked with your significant other . . . Well . [...]

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The Tale of Chase and the Great Massage

Chase was like most men that he knew. He was married with children. He worked a job that he enjoyed but one that he’d never really aspired to. He fell into it. That’s the way Chase felt about most things in his life. He’d been born into his religion. He had been active in his [...]

Crossing the Line

People have been asking for more information about Esther and me based on a previous post. You asked and so you shall receive: Esther and I had been spending our nights together in the same bed more often than not the last several days. It was comforting sleeping next to her. Comforting . . . [...]

My First “Toy”

We never really forget our firsts do we? First kisses. First sex. First orgasm. Mmmm. Such delicious and wonderful firsts. I’ll never forget my first sex toy. I had just graduated from high school and was working as a massage therapist. One of my gigs was to work at the Fashion Place Mall near Salt [...]

The Secret Meeting

*This is a bit dirtier than I usually do. Writers often write to express how they're feeling and this reflects my current mood exactly. It is a work of fiction but of course, its fabric is woven from strands of truth in my life. I hope you enjoy.  It was a shockingly simple thing to [...]

Learning to Love

* An Introductory Note: My blog contains a blend of fiction and creative non-fiction. When I tell of events specifically involving myself, they really happened to me. Sometimes I blur exact locations and change the names of people involved to protect their anonymity. This particular post involves a real-life person who is very important to [...]

Big Bouncing Beauties

It usually starts before I even speak to a man. Or even to a woman for that matter. People, for the most part, are very polite. But it’s always there. Most people look first at my boobs and then at my face. A few ardent souls will try and keep eye contact but the sexual [...]