To be honest, the first thing that caught my attention was not the body in the swimsuit but the swimsuit itself — this simple black vintage one piece. Long frills along every edge, so that when she moved, it was as if she was a gracefully exotic tropical fish with fins rippling through the water as she swam past. She moved with confidence but a subtle hint of awkwardness and shyness. Like she didn’t quite...
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Online Dating: Covid-19.
It was a pretty typical date up until that point. We met online, and immediately there was a connection through our messaging. Next up came three lovely virtual Zoom dates, where we laughed and chatted like old friends. The time would pass by so quickly, we would often not realize the hours and hours we had spent staring intently at our screens. So when we made the next big step to...
Alaska 123: Cabo San Lucas.
The flight to Cabo San Lucas was almost entirely empty on a wet wintery Wednesday morning out of Seattle. I had already flown once this morning, from my home of San Francisco to Seattle. Everything was quiet because of COVID-19, and my job as a flight attendant was delightfully easy, if perhaps not quite frequent enough to cover my bills. Still, I was happy to have employment in the middle...
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Entertainment: The Twins and Me.
So you are sitting in your favorite chair outside on the deck, the late afternoon sun streaming across your beautifully tanned body. Every part of you feels so violently alive, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, an aftereffect of your midday run through the forest and short swim in the slightly cool pond. You are naked aside from a silver...
Incisors: Not Just for Eating.
I was being super sneaky, but I also knew his routine well. There would be a moment when his hair was full of shampoo (mine, of course—since I buy the nice Aveda stuff), and he would be busy massaging it in, eyes blissfully closed. This would be my chance to strike when he was the least aware of his surroundings. Today was going to be especially...
Making Out: Before Everything
After six weeks of emailing and texting, we were finally going to meet. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I kept fidgeting with my cocktail, flinching every time someone walked through the doors of my date’s favorite bar. I was here two hours early; I just couldn’t sit in my hotel room any longer. I kept wondering if we’re going to like each...
Anal: Stop Resisting.
I can’t explain it. I just liked to be fucked in the ass more than anything in the world. Does that make me a bad person or a sex freak? Nah. Most men want it because they’ve watched too much porn, and it’s considered the holy grail of fucking. And yet, I know most women avoid it at all costs. Not me. I love it. I fucking love it. Fuck me all day...
Resorts: Running on Sand.
The first time I saw her was day number one at the resort. I had only been there fifteen minutes and was idly wandering through the maze of buildings, killing time while my room was being prepared. She was standing with her back towards me, organizing her beach bag that was propped up on a trash can, a perfect example of youthful...
Valentine’s: Out of Control.
I wasn’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day. No flowers. Not even a card. Technically it’s hard to say that I actually have a boyfriend; I have something between a lover and a partner. ‘Friend’s With Benefits’ might be the modern terminology for it, but that falls short of what he is to me. Maybe ‘Really Good Friends with Really Fucking...
Planes: In the Hot Seat.
Small planes are fun. And sometimes they are really fun. Technically, I shouldn’t have been there, not with COVID-19 and social distancing rules in place all across the world, but when a beautiful pilot offers you the co-pilot seat, you take it. But then again, I was the only person flying today, so perhaps she wanted some company upfront...
Chaise Lounge: And 9th Floors.
The resort was perhaps a little ostentatious, and in places, it lacked originality. It was a cookie-cutter destination resort that could have been at any coastal beach location in the world. But it did have two saving graces: Our room on the ninth floor was well-appointed, offering a glorious view of the ocean through a wall of floor-to-ceiling...
Doing: And Being Done.
There comes a time when you have to ask for it. No more dancing around the subject. Being coy. Flirting. Hinting. Suggesting. Just say out loud to the person you want to fuck, "Fuck me." And if that doesn’t work, then it was never meant to be. No-one should hesitate when those words are said. Not if there is a mutual lust for each...
Elevators: Strangely Erotic.
Consider this for a moment: Elevators are strangely erotic places. Perhaps you’ve never thought about it before, but I have—every time a beautiful human shares this small and intimate space with me. Let me explain further. There is an incredible amount of potentiality about elevators. We meet people all day, every day, in the course of our...
Addicted: And Anonymous.
I really couldn’t stop watching her move. No matter how many times I looked away and promised myself I would hit command-w on the keyboard to close her window, I looked once again with even more fascination. Empirically she was a beautiful young woman and watching her move unenthusiastically to some eighties Euro-Pop, all the while...
Hard: Like David.
I’m not really complaining about this fact, it’s more of an observation than anything else, but my boyfriend’s cock is always hard. Maybe it’s all the other men I’ve been with, and they really just weren’t into me, but this guy gets hard and stays hard around me. It’s fabulous. Although I have noticed that when he is drunk and/or stoned...
Walk Like: A Soldier.
I just saw you walk past my table. Walking so confidently, arms swinging at your sides, like you were on a formal parade at some old school military academy. Shoulders back, chest out, arms going straight up and down with extreme gusto. Do you even know you do this? Perhaps you’ve been swinging your arms since you were a cute...
Fall: In Paris & Love.
I travel all the time for work. All. The. Time. So there has to be a place in the world where I can have some downtime and just chill, free from the distractions of hammering out killer code. You would think I could work remotely, especially now, given how COVID has changed the workplace. Alas, no. I’m busier than ever, and my skills are much...
Sandy: Beach Reading.
After a couple of days, we had figured out the beach sun-lounger etiquette at the resort. We knew which guests would have their towels strategically placed on what loungers and at what time. So not to disturb everyone’s routine, as I’ve been more than a bit grumpy at finding my ‘spot’ taken at a resort, we settled at two chairs at the far end of...
Oxy: And Birthday Cake.
What does a 10-year-old girl’s birthday party, a shockingly hot blonde tax accountant in a shitty ten-year marriage, and a gorgeous divorced orthopedic surgeon with an endless supply of Oxycodone spell to you? Yup, a train wreck of bad decisions waiting to happen. But hey, the sex was good. I’ve kind of spoiled the story now, as you know what’s...