Her Open Window

Her Open Window

Did I convince myself it was love so we could fuck, or did we fuck to try and make it love? I had climbed through a window, a romantic gesture no doubt. She had let me in with a laugh and a comment on my audacity. Audacity meant desire. Both of us knew it. I had...
Not Fucking Your Wife

Not Fucking Your Wife

She stands at the foot of the bed and tells me to show her. To let her watch. Just for a moment. It won’t count at all. Both of us make promises. My hand moves slowly, resisting the temptation out of habit and old rules. When she lifts her shirt, a hint of tummy and...
Lazy Summer Sex

Lazy Summer Sex

That dreamy summer sex keeps creeping back. That sunscreen, tan-line, gin and lime sex keeps looking up and asking for more. It’s that white linen blanket, cool breeze through the window, and sun-lit hairs on her arms sex that’s calling to me. For us, it was that lazy...
New Writing Contract With Bryant Street

New Writing Contract With Bryant Street

Hello friends, it’s been a while, but here we are in twenty-twenty trying to keep the world from burning in our own little ways. I’ve been hibernating quite a bit this past month, mostly playing video games with Piper (Zelda, Breath of the Wild if you’re curious) and...
College Cuckolding

College Cuckolding

Jake had a cuckold fetish, although he didn’t call it that. We dated my first year of college, and from the very first time we hooked up, he was obsessed with the idea of me fucking other guys. I shared my sexual history without much prompting, and he devoured every...