french kiss

Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part Three

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

This blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy. Here's part one for those just joining us.

Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part Two

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

This blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy. Here's part one for those just joining us.

Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part One

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives.

This blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy.

His name is Eric and he’s a "sex life" consultant. He is the student of the legendary Betty Dodson and I would say, she was quite a fine teacher. The evening started around 6pm.

Kara's Alluring Forms Part I

I’d met her once before. Kara had wavy black shoulder-length hair then. It was a costume party. She was dressed in purple-darkness gypsywear that concealed everything but a very pretty face. We spent some time together before parting for the evening. I remember while walking away from her the feeling of wanting to extend an invitation to continue our connection, but aware at the time of how inappropriate that would have been given the circumstances. I said to myself that there would be another time.

Syndicate content