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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 show the kind of sex I am having and doing. Ever wondered if a sex educator or therapist could live up to what they preach? Well, I have. My intention is for it to teach and illuminate as much as titilate. Imagine yourself feeling and co-creating with your partner the things in this blog. If you find yourself needing to learn how to make these things happen for real, I welcome you to schedule a talk-teaching or sex coaching session with me. Enjoy to the fullest. -E.A

I strode into my second playdate with Kristina. We kissed at her door once again, my hands at her narrow waist, my palms flat with fingers spread, just feeling her toned body under her thin houseshirt mingled with the pleasure our lips shared. We finished our embrace and said that she’d read the blog posts on our sex and having been a life-long erotica lover, ever since she was young, she loved having the experience of reading a published erotica piece with her as the star… based on actual sex she’d had with the writer.

Wendy and I carried the sofa-futon over and onto the floor, then spread a soft blanket over it. She slipped off her easy-wear clothing and plopped down first. All I was wearing was a pair of 32 inch-waist black jeans. She watched me unbutton and unzip. I got rid of them, no underwear beneath, and joined her with a controlled fall.

Wendy has perfect teardrop B-cup breasts with flawless round undersides. Quarter-sized tan nipples and sandy-white skin. An elven body, elegant hips, and wavy black shoulder-length locks. I look down and see an image from the seventies. A full dark triangle between her thighs that wrapped down and hid her vulva in its center like a soft nest. We talked about her abandoning of shaving, saying how she loved having a thick bush. I moved my chest against her side, then ran my fingers through her mound. Wendy opened her thighs a bit and lifted her knees, feet flat on the futon, affording me the pleasure of using the back of my hand and forearm to slow-stroke over her fluffy-soft vulva. Wendy's growth there tickled my skin. She sighed and let her head fall to one side.