I recently received a question from a follower who will remain nameless to protect her innocence: Dear Sir, Okay… I want the most honest answers you can give me. 1. Describe to me in detail how you perform oral sex. I can't...quite...reach...it... Oh, you mean like on another person? Right, well it has been a while (blows dusts off the Nudus Foris archival memory files). Let me see: "Cuban holiday", "culinary delights"......

My girlfriend and I were in our late teens, living with our parents and quite reserved; at least outwardly. We had been limited to desperate under-the-clothes fondling in cars after dark, and I often drove home after dropping her off with my cock straining and balls aching from unfulfilled desire. We had finally managed to arrange being by ourselves at my parents' farm one day, and walked together out to a nearby patch of...

"Would you pose for me in private?" It was such a direct question, so boldly delivered that he couldn't respond for a moment. They had met by accident that afternoon in town, had almost passed each other in the street, then stopped with a flicker of recognition and a shared smile. She had pulled him to the side of the path to get out of the way of the other shoppers, and said, "I nearly didn't recognise you with your clot...

Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking Imagining it's me and not coffee you're drinking I see you dipping your tongue taking delicate sips as you envision my foam on your lips I hear you talking at the cafe in the park how you like it tall and black like me in the dark I hear you moaning at dawn how you've got to get it in you and that without it you just can't continue I know that sigh that you give when you'...

Come and sit astride me like this Your legs pinning my flesh and bone There's a bump there You would fit so well, so well Take what you want Leave a trail of silver on my hip Warm and wet from your hidden molten mine And when you are done When you jerk and fall I will catch you, put you on your back And make you gasp

In my first year at university, I lived in a dorm room on campus. At the time of these events, I had broken up with my first girlfriend and was beginning to wonder (as the band sang) what the hell I was doing here. There were a couple of friends from my high school at this uni including B, a girl who I had always gotten on well with and who was also a friend of the afore-mentioned ex. B was from a strict and slightly secr...

Fond memories of my ex-wrestling opponent, when we used to play-fight because we liked feeling our bodies moving against each other but didn’t want to admit it out loud. And then that time when you were around at my place wearing a checked shirt and a nervous but determined smile, and said “I’ve worked out a way to avoid having to explain to my mother how my buttons popped off again.” And then, blushing, you slowly unbutt...

In response to a recent question: “Dear Sir, Tell me why you like your favorite sexual position.” But I like them all! From the cramp-inducing athletic complexity of the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to the simple rudeness of the Missionary I love the Headless Chook the Roadside Quicky the Escher’s Lizard the Tea and Bickie I’m always up for a Flaming Orchid or a Phone Box Trembler with our limbs contorted I love to do t...

Take your willy for a walk Put him on a leash if you need Don’t worry if the neighbours talk Just set your phallus phree Perambulate your penis Rock your cock around the town It doesn’t matter if your prick or dick Is pointing up or down Show your schlong the shining stars Point out the bugs and ants Your dong deserves a better view Than the inside of your pants

This rain makes me think of you, C The gushing stormwater with the sign of the fish reminding us that all drains lead to the sea. You came not like a comet, but a torrent You were a cold front meeting warm air from the tropics and I was a small boy failing to save Holland. Remember the thump of the washing machine as we slept? You were a quivering Act of God washing clean man’s sins And afterward a dove, a rainbow, and a...

Ever since making a comment online about my innocence being stolen by Jenny K on the bathroom floor of her parents’ house, I have been inundated with a slew of requests (two is a slew, right?) for more information about said event. So here it is: but I must warn you, gentle reader - this story may contain traces of nuts and the use of the word “cunny”… I was brought up in a strict, religious household, and despite having...