When a guy was eating her out, she liked to look out the window, if possible For some reason, cunnilingus never did anything for her and when she did allow her lovers to go down on her it was always at their request ad turned them on more than it did her. So, while her vaginal juices were being lapped up by some eager tongue, she took he time to rest and think.Read More
I had decided I would stop feeling. I refused to be a slave to the emotions which had once so heavily impacted every decision I made and, as a result, every word I put to paper. It was tiring, feeling so much all the time and then sorting those complex feelings — most of which were painful — into controlled pieces of prose.Read More
You don’t care what people say, it’s equally frustrating and embarrassing for a woman when a guy can’t keep it up. Imagine being at your absolute horniest and seeking out some random guy whose face you’re willing to stand to look at while he’s atop and inside you and then trekking all the way to his place just to get your fix. It begins promisingly with his penis standing at attention for you only to dwindle down like a stubborn, saggy sack that refuses to rouse.Read More
Kneeling on the bed with her arms taped behind her and her panties stuffed in her mouth, she thought back to the previous day when she had first met him. He’d waited for her at the streetcar stop and when she had disembarked the vehicle he had walked over with the softest smile and they had embraced in the most innocent of hugs. They walked to her favourite bar and spent the next five hours engrossed in only each other. The alcohol kept flowing and while it loosened her tongue and body, he remained in strict control of himself. When he suddenly went quiet she poked his shoulder and asked him where he went.Read More
My life has become so that by three o’clock in the afternoon I am chugging black coffee in a wild attempt to get sober. Yesterday, I accidentally broke my bottle of Jack Daniel’s in the bathroom of my therapist’s office and I was more upset that I lost a decent amount of good whisky than with what the staff would think when they walked into a bathroom reeking of liquor. Low on funds and awaiting my nest unemployment cheque meant I couldn’t buy another bottle straight away, so I spent the rest of the day chain smoking cigarettes with shaking hands.Read More
“I want to fuck you and then leave you.”
I thought that was self-explanatory, but my lover did not take the hint. Maybe all the blood that should have been pumping to his brain had already made its way down to his dick, which was pressing up against my thigh while I stood pinned to the wall of his bedroom. His hands seemed to have multiplied since we met at the bar an hour ago and were on my tits, my ass, my face, seemingly all at once.Read More
“Don’t put me on a pedestal,” she advised and, though she meant well, initially all I felt was the burn of the cut left by that remark. For the first few days after that comment, I wasn’t sure why it hurt so much, but I knew something about it was wrong.Read More
Take it from me: the best way to get over a guy is to never stop thinking about him. Cloud your thoughts with him every waking moment. Think about the colour of his hair and the shade of his eyes; remember the things he said and the way he laughed; fantasize about him and when you’re asleep, dream about him.Read More
You can feel the itch starting, the one that masturbation alone just won’t satisfy. The itch that begins in your groin but then quickly moves throughout your body until all you can think about is your urgent need to get laid. You need a good, hard cock in your cunt to alleviate the anxiety that has begun to grow. You need to fuck.
A homeless man said to me, “Spare a cigarette, love?” as I walked by. The dog sitting by him looked up and tilted its head as if awaiting my response.
“They’re menthol. Do you care?” I asked as I presented the open cigarette case to him.
“Nah,” he shook his head and took a one. “It’ll freshen my breath.” He winked. I laughed and walked on.Read More
“Are you a slut?”
It is an honest question, but you can see how it could be taken the wrong way. At the same time, you know she won’t take offence and your hypothesis is correct when she glances over at you with a smile.Read More
At the end of each fuck session, they would lounge in bed, smoking in silence. Often times the same thought was going through either one or the other’s head: how do I progress this from friends with benefits to a full on romantic relationship. However, never did the cross both their minds at the same time.Read More
As suspected, everything went to hell, once again revealing the bad feeling you had been nursing to be a premonition of disaster. It started out perfect, then he dropped the bomb: “I don’t think we should fuck anymore,” he stated.Read More
“Your Papa is away on business,” is what Mama kept saying to us. It was a blatant lie because in actuality Papa was dead. He had died in a motorcycle accident when I was around six and I had seen his dead body myself, complete with the cuts and scrapes on his face and hands.Read More
Benji was only eight when the first book in the Robbie Canvendish – Boy Wonder series came out. Edwin reviewed it for the local newspaper and, being a firm believer in introducing the younger generation to literature, got his son a copy of the book.Read More
No one had ever referred to Janice as sexy. This wasn’t a surprise for while Janice possessed the common traits of beauty there was always something about her that screamed innocence. In her youth Janice prided herself on this vocal trait, but as she grew into her twenties and continued to be seen as only cute and innocent she began a great resentment for it.Read More
I was almost twenty when my father died suddenly of a heart attack. I was the last person to say goodnight to him, something I was raised to never forget to do because you never know if you’ll have the chance to say it again the next night.Read More