the end of the begining
In bed we tumble– having to part now seems particularly difficult and cruel after spending so many days making you hard, watching you cum, you returning to me all the orgasms I could ask for and more. I didn’t know how to explain this to you, and maybe was too scared to try an attempt [...]
expect nothing
I tell patrons at the library to “expect nothing and you will find everything.” While this is advice I attempt to follow myself– particularly when it comes to sex and love– I think somewhere in my the back of my mind it’s not what I believe. I believe I will find love- and it will [...]
fuck love
It is hard to believe it has been a year– every morning, afternoon and evening still poses the same sadness and loss– and none of us are okay- we remain in a collective sadness, but– we remain. Joy slips in and we have to take those moments when we can- knowing the lows can only [...]
bedside manner
In the chair by the side of your bed– hovering like and angel over your damaged body, I do the only thing I know how, the thing I do the best. Lifting you in my hands, massaging your balls– feeling the mass fill my hands. Kneading and stroking you to hard- like a nurse, or [...]
I was thinking….
As I drove into work this morning I was thinking about how much I was in need of serious deep massage. Everything is tensed up, crunchy and pained. That life stress is heavy this week. Unfortunately massages are not in part-time librarians budget. I took a deep breath and began thinking about the amazing massage [...]
perfectly fuckable
I thought about you again, yes again. You did know I thought about you in the shower the other morning. You made me late for work ya know. But last night, it was late. Too late. I had been writing library stuff– expounding upon the virtues of collection development. For the past hour, though, I [...]
get on the bus
My cock dry spell has finally been broken! Cue in angels singing and sun shards filtering down through my cum filled locks of hair. My dry spell, I realized (or maybe not such a big realization), was stemming from sadness and fear– but mostly fear. The older I get the harder it is to get [...]
blue in green
It’s Miles Davis’s birthday today. Happy birthday. Much of my musical influence came from my Grandfather, we called him Pops. There was always music playing in my grandparents house. He loved jazz. Growing up he consistently took me to two places the dog track and Malt Shop Records — a jazz only record store in [...]
protagonist cunt
Hunger of the cunt and mind leave me entwined visions leap from the page tripped into illusion today–of my fucked mouth hands into the ocean between my thighs sitting tense on the edge of our words jump the gun–tangled hands incandescently blaze the way five hundred miles either direction north or south find the way [...]
down time
Perhaps it is something about age, wisdom, a lifetime of sexuality finally in fruition–or perhaps it’s my simple assertiveness, but I am fascinated when I slip into that mode–that mode of “my turn.” My turn, to ride you, to use your cock, to show you how I like to cum. During breaks between fucking, we [...]
