For the past couple of weeks, I have been asking my friends that particular question during our conversations about sex. Now, when I ask that question I’m not talking about the act of sex in general. I am talking about triggers, the things that tip a person over the edge—you know, what me and my most-recent ex used to call the ‘Fiiiiniiish Himmmm!’ moves”. (Yes, you have to say it in the Mortal Kombat voice.) I mean, I think there ...  [Read more]

See there is nothing as earth-shattering as those sacred moments when you are wrapped in the smell and the wetness of another woman's pussy. You- all tongue and yearning, her- all moans of 'yes' and 'don't stop'.... But it never begins right there . If you want to feel a woman coming like a waterfall on your face you need to take your time. You need to begin when she is fully clothed and not even thinking about making love. She could be at ...  [Read more]

Silly cow. Silly, sexy cow. I didn't even go to her college, but it seemed being friends with some of her friends on Facebook was enough to convince her that I did. She wrote something in reply which I can't even remember now and added me. I was in. From the moment she walked into the bar I knew, as I am sure she did. What kind of woman wants to meet up with a fan who has a crush on them? Heck, I'd run a mile. But she was always so ...  [Read more]

I lie face down, ass in air, trying to drown out the grunts coming from behind me. My coochie is on fire and all my attention is focused on praying that this time I won’t have a slit when he is done. Balls slap my clit intermittently. I can’t concentrate enough to produce the pattern needed to induce my external orgasm. Earlier as we attempted foreplay, he said I looked indifferent. I had smiled apologetically at him, having no other ...  [Read more]

It all started when she sent me a Facebook message. “Hey, I’m a big fan of your writing and I realized we went to the same college so wanted to reach out and say Hi”. I can’t remember what I said in response but I confirmed her friend request. 15th August 2010 I was in London for a conference and updated my Facebook status to that effect. She sent me another message, “Are you actually in London? I live in Islington. I would love ...  [Read more]

I was standing by the elevator when I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. In an empty room barren of sound and dim with the day’s farewell, there she was, sitting obediently at the corner of the banquet hall, with nothing but the defiant exposure of skin through a sheer skirt to seduce passersby. Her legs glimmered rhythmically under a teasing ray of sun from the glass ceiling above, beckoning anyone with a good ear to pay attention. I ...  [Read more]

Dear beautiful woman, My hands are shaking as I attempt to write this. I’m not sure if its my body’s reaction to copious amounts of alcohol from last night or a manifestation of my resistance to share this. My body has done some strange things lately. On Friday night, I hyperventilated in the bathtub. It had been a long day, and an even longer week with too little sleep. I wanted to give my flesh some relief but as I swooshed in the ...  [Read more]

‘I love women, they do things to me’. Truer words were never spoken. 'What do women do in bed? Doesn't it get boring?’ Senseless questions that need a sensual answer. How can you not quiver when you think of all the things a woman can do? How can you not want to spend that extra moment of longing whilst you think and imagine the tastes and sounds and visuals that come with two women clutching, writhing, moaning, scratching, ...  [Read more]

So I have a confession. I am not proud of it. I had sex with a woman. And it sucked. It sucked big time. Though neither of us did. Suck I mean. At least not each other. Perhaps being cunning linguists might have helped the interaction be more exciting. As it was, it wasn’t. What I am ashamed of is not the having sex with a woman. It is how much it sucked. If the phrase “womp, womp, womp” could ever be the soundtrack for a sexual experience ...  [Read more]

REPRESSED. This is not a term I or any of my friends would label me with, yet I am in a position where I have to admit that I am repressed or at least going through some distinct sexual identity issues. I have always had a fascination with sex and when I say always I mean as early as I can remember. Though I didn’t know what I was doing with Barbie and Ken at the age of six I was definitely making them do something...inappropriate. At the ...  [Read more]