When my girlfriend Han and I started living together we struggled to make ends meet. We lived in Montreal, a city with a lot of character, but low on economic opportunities. On the upside, at least rents were cheap.  I was a student with a part-time job, supplemented with student loans.  Han had dropped out but still hadn’t found full-time work.  One day sitting around reading the paper I spotted an ad that perked my curi...

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see Rose again.  I’d met her off an online dating site and even after we had the most timid of sexual encounters, she still declined to give me her number.  In the afterglow, we talked about getting together again.  Even the suggestion of anal sex as an alternative to stripping Rose of her virginity wasn’t completely rejected.  Rose’s biggest concern remained her uninformed belief that sperm coul...

Weddings can be fun.  I came to this conclusion in my early twenties when I went to a family wedding.  It was my first wedding as an adult and I remember being disappointed when I found out I couldn’t bring a date.  Little did I realize the opportunities being single at would bring. After the ceremony, my aunt let me know where I would be sitting.  Since my parents were at the head table, she wanted to let me know there w...

Back when I was in university, I optimistically looked upon any night out as a chance to meet girls.  I suppose this shouldn't be much of a revelation, since I was hardly alone in this objective.  Despite my best efforts though, results suggested flaws in my approach.  Then one night, I finally had a night that matched my wildest ambitions. The night started as usual with a few friends at the campus bar.  We were sharing...

A few years ago when I first moved to Toronto I did some online dating. I was in my thirties and looking for something casual in a relationship. Not that I would have been averse to anything serious developing, but that really wasn’t what I had in mind. Of course, the term ’casual relationship’ can mean different things to different people. It could mean anything from friendship to hooking up. For those in the latter grou...

Do you know the story of Dominique Strauss-Kahn?  He was an IMF head who on a visit to New York had a go with a maid at his hotel.  It was a temptation that DSK should have resisted, because the maid claimed to have been assaulted.  He beat the criminal rap, but lost his job, had to pay out a cash settlement and his political aspirations were finished.  What happened?  I haven’t a clue.  Like many no doubt, I had a sense...

I’ve already written a few stories about my time with Han.  When I peruse the list of story categories on this site, I feel pretty sure that we made worthwhile content for most of them.  A few of the subjects, I would have preferred to have done without. Oddly, despite having this treasure trove of experience with Han, I sometimes have a hard time recalling specific occasions.  If I’d only slept with Han a few times, I su...

I was back in Montreal for Christmas.  As I drove around the city I couldn’t help but enjoy old memories.  Maybe because of the season, one memory from a Christmas past stood out.  Swinging a little out of my way I drove past the old grey stone building where a long-time friend and I were once roommates.  Her name was Sheri and we’d known each other since we were kids. It was just before Christmas and for once Sheri and I...

Handjobs, what is there to say about handjobs? Does anyone look at them as any sort of sexual highlight? After maturing beyond spin the bottle, hand jobs are often the first progression to something more exciting than just kissing. By the time a guy first gets jerked off, it could still potentially be years before he gets much more. Those years can seem like a tough wait. Instead of enjoying a hand job for what it is, hal...

When I lived in Montreal, I had a secret affair with one of my roommates. Her name was Sheri, she was 5’6“, about 130 lb with a nice body. Her best features were her blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. She wouldn’t have believed me if I told her, but there were times she seemed to shimmer. Sheri was a girl that I’d known since grade three, and she also happened to have been my first crush. We were boyfriend and girlfriend...

A few years ago I joined a fetish site for the express purpose of meeting women to help fulfill a particular predilection of mine. To come straight to the point, I like having girls drink my piss. I like a girl sucking on my cock while I piss. I like seeing my piss stream into a welcoming mouth. Mostly, I love a girl who swallows whatever I give her. I suppose as much as anything, I love the power dynamics. Slurping down...