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For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, 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 desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

As I was saying, Cassandra wouldn't break gaze up at me from my cock in her hand and small mouth. Those big doe eyes accented in dark mascara and shadow.

"I want you inside me."

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, 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 desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Cassandra was tired of drunken sex. More accurately, drunken guys that she ended up having sex with. Why did she, or they, always have to go there for sex to be passably pleasurable, she once told me. We flirted over chat. Sent dripping-sexy texts to each other, of what we wanted to do to each other. Cassandra has long, perfectly straight shining mahogany hair. Fair strawberries and cream skin, and big, jade-green eyes. Made bigger by how she often does her makeup. Very cute, small face too.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, 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 desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

I was blazing with turn-on. My supercurvy love pulled her knees up near her big round D cups and I scooted a pillow under her equally round hips. On my knees, I touched my precome-covered cockhead to the sensitive inside of her vulva and caressed.

First a note on my last blog which, according to Betty, is a departure from my usual format. New is good, and, I wanted to play with demonstrating mutually orgasmic and deeply intense intimate sex. I think sharing semen like that, especially between a heterosexual couple, is a very intimate act per how I define one huge form of intimacy: doing something with a sex partner that you can't do with just anyone. Guns-blazing dominant sex and tone too, but not parasitic. Like I said on my facebook page, what would it be like to be the nice guy and the bad boy with all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses? It's not easy, but that's the path I make available in my work. You know. That whole yang-yin thing. Develop em' both to their respective greastest strengths.

I was walking Phineas this morning when a beautiful young woman walked up and gushed over my dog's supernatural cuteness. We'd talked before, she'd gushed before, so this was our round three. We'll call her Raven. This time Raven asked me what I do, eyes and hands down at the ubercute dog in my arms.

"Well, I'm a sex life consultant."

Her head jolted up with wide, excited, brown eyes behind her stylish sunglasses. Raven and I had a conversation with words to the effect of:

"Wow, really? Awesome. My friend is going to become a sex therapist."

I said, "Yes, that's psychology's sex wing. I don't do psych."

"What do you cover then?"

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission, on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry entertainment value and also to illuminate for those who want to try this at home.... Read More.

I kissed Catalina's face next to mine, then overlayed deep-voiced hot talk along with my warm attention. My thumb, deep inside her bum, had come to a gradual stop in time with her big-Oh's fading pleasure. Spent a few more moments with her in the quiet of the room, the air conditioner the only sound while she floated in the afterglow, then reached gently up with my thumb within her to check for any... let's say, obstruction to deeper pleasures my cock could create in her ass.

Paraphrasing, "Let's rinse you, Catalina." My voice was calm and caring.

I stopped at the ATM, pocketed my cash, and moved toward my meeting spot to collect Catalina. I remember that night, walking down one of the few tree-overshadowed streets in midtown Manhattan, 30th St between Park Ave and Lexington Ave. The Penelope Cafe came into view and at first I didn't see Catalina. Ah, there she was. She had a black dress on that looked like it could be dropped with one pull of the sash at her waist. We moved into a belly to belly, thigh to thigh hug, finished it, and I took her hand.

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission, on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry entertainment value and also to illuminate for those who want to try this at home.... Read More.

Here is the start of my companion piece to my first playdate with Catalina, author of the sex blog and review site, www.catalinaloves.com. I blogged on her two postings of our wonderful night of anal sex together here: