This is perhaps the most intensely erotic experience I have ever enjoyed. It was a bitterly cold day outside but the wood fire and hot bath generated comforting warmth. Her silent treatment was, for me, a meditation on pleasure. The biggest challenge in m...
She walks past my door 8 am every day. In her jogging pants. I first noticed her on my morning power walk. A tall slim woman. The cut of those pants draws my eyes to hips that sway. A beckoning bum. My heart rate quickens as her pace outstrips my stride....
Her red leather chair has no armrests and is the perfect design for Yab-yum. Were I a few years younger, her willingness to straddle me would demand a risk assessment! Yet she readily accepts my invitation to sit together. Adopting Yab-yum so instantly se...
‘Let's try yoni meditation,’ she said. It turned out to be nothing like what I was expecting that day, nor since. Yoni: such an appealing Sanscrit word. But its male counterpart, lingam, holds no appeal for me. Earlier she had drawn out of me that I reall...
