first kiss

i don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to tell you about her. there’s something going on between us, right now. let me share a post that i wrote about her last year that i never published.

we met online a number of years ago when my marriage was falling apart. of course, i didn’t know it at the time. i know that i was searching for something, and that’s what got me writing a blog in the first place.

i didn’t write erotica back then, not anything remotely poetic. that all evolved over time and by accident. i wrote stupid, ill informed political and social commentary – it was all bullshit and very few people read my blog, let alone take the time to comment.

i think it was a post with some kind of smart ass anti American, anti consumerism bent – and she commented on it. i guess our common semi/pseudo intellects helped us connect in some kind of weird “you’re just like me” kind of way.

we’re not exactly alike of course, not in that many ways. she enjoys all the trappings of a family life in a rural community, and i’m the opposite. i’m a city guy who left his kids behind with their mother in the suburbs.

what we are, however, is an impossible romance. i can’t explain the magic that happens between us. we are each other’s number one fan. there’s that knowingness that if we were to ever meet, we’d hang out like long lost friends, and drink and dance the night away.

and fuck. oh would we fuck. we’d fuck like two people have never fucked before.

again, like all impossible romances, i can’t explain the sexual chemistry between us.

she is shy, but she wants to be bold. she is cautious, but she wants me to dominate her. she knows how to tease me, and i know how to take advantage of her.

and of course, like all impossible romances, i can’t imagine how we could possibly ever be together. no matter how hard i try or how much i wish, the reality is that we can never be together.

like i said, I wrote that post last year but i never published it. today, i received this email.

I’m coming to visit you. I need to see you. I’ve left Jason and I’ve left the kids with my parents for two weeks. I’m not kidding! omg, I can hardly believe it! I need your first kiss. I want it. I want you.

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the way it was

it wasn’t a dark and stormy night, last night. it wasn’t hot and steamy, nor were there glistening stars and a shimmering moon lighting the bedroom. it was a night, just like any other.

i lead you to the bed. i undressed you slowly. i layed you down.
you were trembling.
then, i lay over you, and simply started
to fuck you.

i would slow down from time to time, almost stopping
then i let my fingers take over
i kissed your neck, and placed my hands on your hips 
your hands were on my back and my thighs, pulling me to you
into you
so wet
hand in your hair


i sucked your breast, and fucked you


i bit your ear, and fucked your cunt, harder.
you arched, and shuddered, and
my come actually felt hot as i spilled into you

you swore, and dug your nails into the small of my back

i kept going, and kept thursting as my fingers rubbed your clit
your whole body bucked, and i held you down. your cunt was dripping and hot, and
i pulled my cock out, and slid my fingers there, feeling your warmth, and rubbing my come back over your clit, and all over your crotch

is that how you’d want me to fuck you?
we’d be amazing.


Sunday : We had the entire morning together. We fucked before, after, and come to think of it, during breakfast.

Monday : I had an early flight and you had a late class, but we sexted all day. The second photo you sent me from the back row of the lecture theatre was particularly diirrty.

Tuesday : A quickie during our lunch break. My assistant knows not to disturb me when she hears the ‘click’ of the locking door.

Wednesday : A difficult day for us both. A late phone call from the cab ride home.

Thursday : I love our weekly workout. Fucking you and tasting sweat on your skin is almost as good as fucking you in the shower afterwards. My favourite day of the week.

Friday : Dinner with friends. Teasing hands under the table. Only the waiter saw you.

Saturday : Today. Jesus, today. You stood in the back of the room with your husband, and I stood at the front vowing forevers. I know why you cried.