I went to the bar that I usually frequented on a Friday evening. It was, as it proclaimed loudly from a blackboard outside, gay friendly, but it wasn’t one of those that encouraged overt exhibition, and its clientele was nearer to my age than others in the city. Denise, owner as well as barkeep this evening, asked me, “What’s your poison, sweetheart?” She called everyone sweetheart but kept her actual affection for a woma...

As I lay in my bed, my arm around her, my hand on her breast, I could feel her heart beating as a light snore escaped her mouth. My mind went to a few hours earlier where we had made passionate and sweet love in this very bed. It had begun while we were cooking dinner together in the tiny kitchen, resulting in a fair amount of contact. It was the culmination of a long-felt desire for her. From the first time I set eyes on...

Nightingales of a summer’s evening descend upon twilight moments, With whispers of sombre starlight found In every cup of even dropped off their heels; Collecting in my dreams, its dew is a prayer, Like rain-kissed berries awaiting eager hands, Blessed by myriads for each cherry dropped.   Summer is the vessel where my hopes are baptized – Each thought poured, a relentless stream, Dissolving in a drop of fantasy, whose pa...

I dreamed I had a threewayWith you, me, and her.>>> All you wanted was her>>> All she wanted was me>>> All I wanted was you I dreamed I had a threesomeWith her, my lover, and him.>>> She would not lower down>>> He was stiff as a mule>>> I was torn assunder by both.  

The first woman I ever found attractive was Catherine Zeta Jones and that crush has stood the test of time. Although I never copied it down in my journal, I remember watching The Haunting released 1999 in our exercise room. I sat on an exercise machine that felt like a piano bench cushion in the unfinished room. I watched the actress’s entrance up until this line: “So what about you? Husband, Boyfriend, Girlfriend?” Her l...

3/26/---- lying naked on the floor in my room listening to “I’ll Be Your Inspiration.” dancing in front of the window that work to me as a mirror.  Screw clothesWithout any real relationships, I was constrained to my own sensuality and imagination.  At a certain point in my life, I began staying up or getting up again late at night to dance naked in my room to a stereo turned quiet enough so that I was the only one in the...

I know when I had my first wet dream. That was when my journal transformed from occasional scribbles to compact cursive handwriting. The spine of the simple book broke from overuse. It is hard looking through the contents to find contents that are not erotic after that point. It began with the dreams. Strange dreams. 11/14/---aI had a dream about sex this morning. A prisoner, I was supposed to be afraid of the “general” w...

Dana lay back on the bed, eyes closed heart pounding and dreaming of what was about to happen. Her legs were open, her hands were on his hips ready to guide him in, and she was…READY. She remembered the way their eyes had met across the room at the party. They circled and mingled for a while but kept stealing glances at each other. Often they caught the other looking back. At first, they quickly averted their eyes, but sl...

I just woke up amidst the night from a dream! Wow!  I thought it was real but I'm alone in my bed. My heart is still pounding and I'm gasping in extreme. Why do I feel mentally like I have just been bred?   I should go back to sleep and I glance at my watch. I reach between my legs and find my panties wet. I realize it was that kind of dream:  all about my crotch! It's starting to come back and this I'll never forget:   L...

I confess. I’m shy. I’m insecure about myself and others. As a teenager, I was ugly, with my pale white skin. I had long natural red hair that I used to soak in product to make it look darker. My face was covered with acne, my big ears too huge for the rest of my head and I had about thirty pounds too much on my hips. I was nineteen when I kissed a drunken girl for the first time. By the age of twenty-one, I couldn’t wait...