Archive for September, 2006

postscript: about the apartment

September 28, 2006  |  journal entries  |  No Comments

ps, my new apartment is amazing. Bee and J. spent the last two days (while I was at work) building a loft for the smaller bedroom – the ceilings are so tall, it turned that room into three rooms. They discovered yesterday that we have a pretty amazing view of the Manhattan skyline from our roof, and since we’re on the top floor pretty much only we have access to it. Bee has great taste in furniture and appliances and such, she loves to eat good food (she is studying to be a nutritionist, after all) and we’re slowly getting things together. She’s really fun and excellent to be around, and even though we’ve never really known each other as adults, and haven’t lived together for 10 years, I think this is going to be a really wonderful place – for both of us.

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September 28, 2006  |  journal entries  |  Enter your password to view comments.

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for Ally, because she kept me up late last night

September 22, 2006  |  poetry  |  2 Comments

tongue
to the back of your knee
ankle
to the top of my shoulder
waiting
for that moment of permission
to slide inside
slide inside

palm
to the camber of your back
wrists
to the wall above your head
waiting
for the telling luminescence
in your eyes
your eyes

lips
to the fragility of your clavicle
teeth
to the tenders of your earlobe
waiting
for the pulse of your hips
waiting
for that ring of fire
waiting
for that shudder of muscle
to make you mine
make you mine

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September 21, 2006  |  journal entries  |  Enter your password to view comments.

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an excerpt from something upcoming

September 21, 2006  |  dirty stories  |  No Comments

Her tongue on my clit. Soft, so soft, and exquisite. Circling rhythmically and I’m straining at every pore of my skin, willing every nerve ending to move between my legs to feel more.

Then, her fingers pulling at the piercing in my right inner labia, pinching the skin where the metal goes through, and her tongue, her tongue, I feel her tongue on my lips, from her fingers, moving up, pushing apart the slick folds of skin and finding that ridge under my clit where I could lay still poised on her tongue for hours if she let me.

It is not often that I allow myself to be exposed, taken. In fact, it is rare to fuck without my cock strapped on, my safety shield, usually impenetrable. But, tonight, Calley asked me to let her take me.

And now I can’t feel anything but her fingers sliding inside my cunt slowly, her long fingers, three, four, I could take her whole arm inside me, to the elbow, and her jaw is still hinged open with the tip, the length of her tongue on that spot, under my clit, sucking and moving back and forth and my eyes are rolling back, and there is nothing, no feeling at all, except her open mouth between my legs.

In a rare moment of disclosure, I told Calley over blue martinis that I’d once been full-body bound. Told her if I could have anything, it would be that again. Full-body binding and not even an orgasm, necessarily, just being wrapped held tight safe for a while.

“Oh,” she’d said. “If I had you full-body bound there is no way I would resist making your body … sing.”

“It’s hard, I’ve found,” I said, staying cool, staying calm, speaking logistically as if we were discussing a recent film or bicycle repair, “to have the right access with rope. Leaving the right places exposed is tricky.”

“Oh?” She says again. “I wasn’t thinking about using rope.”

… Excerpt from the upcoming story, with full knowledge that my anonymity is fragile and not very veiled. The story involves plastic wrap, hot wax, and an ice dildo. Posted simply because there needs to be more sex on this blog.

just wrap tongue over cunt

September 19, 2006  |  miscellany  |  1 Comment

I just heard that a new story of mine was accepted into an erotica anthology due out in the spring … so having just ran across WordCounter, I combined the two.Here are the words most frequently used in my 7-page, 2,700-word story.

Word Frequency

you cum like a girl

September 15, 2006  |  reviews  |  3 Comments

I want one.

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September 11, 2006  |  journal entries  |  Enter your password to view comments.

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