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Protected: Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner, reprise

05/29/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

Me, performing A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner at the erotica reading series In The Flesh, run by the... more

Hogtied.

05/28/2009  |  7 Comments

Kristen sits on the edge of the bed. I kneel, take her calves in my hands, shackle the ankle cuffs... more

Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part 2)

04/29/2009  |  18 Comments

When we last left our hero, she was checking her fly in a library after a femme got off right... more

Sublimation

04/20/2009  |  3 Comments

It was the build-up and release from this weekend that has stuck with me well into today's Monday afternoon. The... more

My slutty little girl.

04/02/2009  |  25 Comments

Or, how her dirty talk got me off. Twice. In my bedroom. We both knew we only had a few hours... more

Her dirty talk got me off. Twice.

03/31/2009  |  8 Comments

“So,” Kristen said, arms around my neck, looking up from under me, my legs between hers but bent and wrapped... more

A Resplendent Image

03/06/2009  |  10 Comments

Some days just the memory of her is enough to drive me wild. I've been holding on to the image of... more

What we did on Valentine’s Day

02/27/2009  |  9 Comments

"Oh, goddamn," I gasp, a little breathless. "You are so good at that. So good at sucking my cock, oh my god." She kisses me, hard, and pulls back. "I'm not done yet," she says in that playful whispery girl tone. I groan. God. Language barely working in my mind. I kiss her again and take the back of her head into my palm, shove her down. "Do it then." She moans a little, surprised, gasping, and picks up right where she left off, cock on the back of her tongue, far. I can feel every sweet slick place in her. I work my fingers under the straps of my harness; my clit is as hard as my cock and I roll it gently, savoring, mimicking the way her mouth goes up and down. She makes it all wet and runs her tongue on the shaft, kisses it. more

Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part 1)

02/16/2009  |  11 Comments

When I look up, a few minutes later, there she is: sitting on the floor in a row I can hardly see, at first she is only visible by her bare legs on the dirty carpet, seated like I am on the floor, knees all bent, one tucked under her gray skirt which is a small mess of cover for her thighs. I slowly shift my body further into the aisle. Her back is to me, and she holds up a mirror in front of her – I catch glimpses of her face reflected. The dark nerdy frames of her glasses, the line of her jaw, her chin, then her mouth. She takes out a tube of lipstick, twirls it erect, and paints the perfect outline of her lips. Slow, real slow. She presses them together and presses them forward in a kiss, makes an O with her mouth and touches just the tip of her finger to the edge.more

Wait for me on your knees.

01/29/2009  |  25 Comments

I pull her up from the table and cradle her close, her naked body against me, still fully clothed. Kiss her tender and run my hands along her skin. "Now: down." I command. "On your knees." She didn't quite respond quickly enough, still looking at me heavy-lidded and getting her brain to catch up with the sensations in her body. I push on her shoulders. "Down." And she slides to her knees. I take a fistful of her hair. "Put your hands behind your back." She does, eyes shining, blinking. "Wait for me. Be right back." more