Erotica

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 do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Olivia and I didn't take long to get our clothes off. In fact, she was already in bed when I arrived at her place.

"Clothes! Off! Now!" she exclaimed gleefully.

I laughed and stripped. She threw back the covers to invite me in and to show off her curvy hourglass-carved perfection of a body. We made out. Heavy and light mixed, right there naked together in bed. She did have her pink see-through panties on though.... My hands and attention on her D cups, her slender waist, and broad hips with a tight and full ass behind her. One thing led to another and before long she started scooting down toward the foot of the bed. A man knows what that means. Knows where she's going.

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 do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Olivia and I set the alarm clock for early the night before. Got to her place late, cleaned up, and snuggled down into bed together. Out went the lights. When that alarm clock rang, we woke up gradually, first me touching her cute small foot with mine, which she responded to. We curled around each other. Did all the getting up to use the bathroom stuff, then, get the towel (to cover the sheets) let's sex it!

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 do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

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.

This video makes a girl want to do really naughty things

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.

While I was writing my previous blog post, Olivia texted me. Olivia wrote erotica for my blog once before! Here

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.

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.

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 desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

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.

Lora asked me how the lighting was. Brighter? Lower? I told her it was just fine. That I wanted to see all of her low-lit body. Lora and I don't kiss. Well, not yet. We do share generous portions of warmth and desire for each other.

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. 

It wasn't the first time Lora and I'd been together. We'd played with just gloved hands and condomed blowjobs once before. She sent me a text a week later saying,

"Heya-- you got a compliment from the bf today. He says my bj skills have improved notably since you. Kudos. :)"

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 night we hung out at a sex-themed bar then bolted to the nearest bedroom.