How often do we get stuck on the serious side of sex, something that is not in any way designed to be serious at all. Not at all past our enjoyment, but most of the time we end up getting stuck on the seriousness of the things that surround the act. The trappings of sex: the dress, the style, the attitude. Now mind you, I think that the mental ( Read more... )

It's a California summer and the air tastes of fire and nectar. I'm somebody's mirage as soon as I hit the blacktop, disjointed and out-of-focus. A human heat-haze ( Read more... )

Hey all. I am a 20 year old man who enjoys dirty, erotic chat.Looking for any women 18 and over who are also interested in talking dirty. In fact just the thought of getting an email from any of you ladies or talking to you on MSN is making my boxers a bit tight on me as we speak. I'm unzipping my pants as we speak and I'm peeking into my boxers. I ( Read more... )

Most often, I spell it "come". I'm a geek and a grammar nazi and I think things should be spelled right. Maybe it's all about image, 'cause orgasm feels like arriving someplace (and then leaving again, all too soon) or moving into someone else if there's someone else there or just letting go and answering the call of your body, letting the animal ( Read more... )

Maybe it's just that I'm not getting any, and haven't for some time, but the smallest things can set me off sometimes.

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Hey all. I am a 20 year old man who enjoys EXTREMELY filthy and erotic chat. I like all sorts of woman, young or old as long as you are really kinky and erotic, its fine by me. In fact just the thought of getting an email from any of you ladies or talking to you on MSN is making my boxers a bit tight on me as we speak. I'm unzipping my pants as we ( Read more... )

Earlier this week, I was talking to my boyfriend about what I could do to revel in the incredible and unseasonable weather we've been having. So yesterday he took me to his mom’s farm and fucked me out in a field by the creek.

( I posted this in my own journal earlier, but decided I wanted to share... )

Fuck.
Pussy.
Dick.
Cum.
Please.
The words. Dirty words. The words I love to hear coming out of your mouth. Not in that general way, but in that specific way, that that touch this, use this, cause this way. A way that tells me that I have you where I want you, and the censor you have over your thoughts and actions has been destroyed, leaving only ( Read more... )

I've got you. I've got you right where I want you.
I've got you in that spot where anything I want from you I can have. Any sick thing my mind can dream up I can exercise on you. Thats the text of it anyway, the way I have to put it in writing so it makes sense as a straightforward explanation.
The reality however is a bit more subtle. I'd say ( Read more... )