Nudity has become far too common a currency to attract my attention or pique my interest.
My lips upon her breast, the soft flesh beneath my tongue.
An Erotic Tale from Mark Darcy
For Jeannie Galston (I never did take you for that Valentine Dinner! But there is still time!)
Eight o’clock. No one would have the nerve to come into the shop now; Caroline mused as she leant against the counter. I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day. You’d have to be pretty pathetic to show up now to buy a gift, especially at this time of night.
A Woman Needs Foreplay When the vagina’s at rest its muscle tissue remains tightly folded like a closed accordion. Anxiety makes the vaginal musculature clench even tighter. That’s why young girls sometimes have problems inserting tampons. Their vaginal muscle tissue is tight and contracted, to begin with, and many girls feel anxious about touching themselves and inserting anything, so the muscles contract even tighter. As … Continue reading Feature Article; A Women Needs Foreplay
I have been high
On the bottle, the rich taste of red wine in my mouth! Blackberry, cinnamon, nutmeg, and leather!
Another glass and another follow!
And perhaps another!
Until all I know is crimson liquid!
Then Jameson & ice or maybe Conker Gin, or Absinthe! To follow!
Or all three. Continue reading Poem: I Have Been High
The Evolutionary Drive
Men are more likely to have an extramarital affair but if it’s really an affair and not just one-time sex with a stranger, then that guy is still choosing sex in a relationship over a series of one-night stands.
Instead of just saying ‘men are dogs’ maybe we need to ask why that original relationship and sexual partner are no longer fulfilling.
We have all experienced the excitement of a new relationship and sexual partner, We hear a lot about couples falling into a rut and slowly disconnecting with each other over the years.
It means it’s time to start talking more regularly and more openly about how to refresh the relational and sexual aspects of a marriage and how to maintain that into older age. Continue reading Feature: Male Sexuality The Myths
Roxy excitedly informed everyone. He now began to stroke Roxy’s body with the cold blade of the scissors. Moving the metal down the inside of Roxy’s left arm till it nestled in her open armpit. Roxy’s body now quivered with anticipation, as the cold metal moved down her left side, till it was level with her breast. The blade now slid over the fullness of Roxy’s left mammary gland, till it reached her hardening nipple! Once again all the girls at the table gasped, and Margaux wished it was happening to her right now! The scissor blade now teased Roxy’s growing teat, Roxy explained. The cold metal was circling her areola. Apparently, Roxy by now was getting very wet and turned on. ‘Well you would, would you not,’ Margaux thought. The right nipple was next to get the scissor treatment. Continue reading Erotic Tale: Margax’s Surprise
I am holidaying in Turkey this year, on my own! The reason? I arrived home from work, to find Robin, my husband, fucking the cleaner……… Fucking bastard!
To make matters worse, if they could be, it was my 30th birthday! Robin and I were going out to celebrate with some of our friends.
The uncaring night will take me
and oppress me with its heat.
Leave me wide-eyed
In a tangle of tortured sheets. Continue reading Poem: Addiction
Three guys are sitting at a London bar top eating fries, drinking whiskey and talking about love. One of them, Bryce Richardson, is about to propose to his girlfriend.
“I’m putting it together in my head, I’m like: ‘He’s gonna be one of my groomsmen, he’s gonna be one of my groomsmen,’” he points to his two friends and grins. The other men light up when they hear the news and start talking about rings, how much they cost, will it be princes’s cut or pear shaped? Pictures are Googled, phones are passed around. “That was one of my dreams, to get married, to be somebody’s husband, to be somebody’s father,” says one of the friends, Redd Barrett. “From when I was like 12, I used to think about that all the time.”
I ask the groom-to-be how he knew his girlfriend was the one. They met at work, he says, and by the time he came out to her, they were already in love. “I said ‘I’m trans, and you’re not gonna want me anyway,” he recalls, unable to keep the smile off his face. “And she said ‘I’m in love with you, I don’t care about that.’” His friend Tiq nods and says, “That’s your wife, right there.”
All three men are trans. But if they hadn’t said so, you wouldn’t have known.