The Librarian

There are three careers that are most commonly fantasized about when talking about dirty, nasty sex:  nurses, teachers, and librarians.  Now I don’t know many nurses, except for my cousin and I don’t want to picture her licking some guy’s ass.  I know a few teachers, and it’s about 50/50 between who is really an […]

The Goddess

I think humanity is becoming too sedentary.  We don’t get up and move, especially when we’re naked!  It’s almost like we’re ashamed of the folds and jiggly parts that would be flapping around as the music overtook us.  It makes sense that most dancers would be skinny, and especially dancers willing to dance or move […]

The Slave-girl

I’ve never really seen the appeal of the more extreme forms of BDSM.  Using handcuffs, smacking an ass a few times, hearing a girl call me her bitch as she gets on top… those I can grasp my sexual mind around.  But the slavery role-play, extreme rope tricks, or beating someone until they are bruised […]

Day 2 – Fantica: Part Deux

Day 2 of my “25 Days of Holiday Blogs” challenge.  If you missed out on part one of this attempt at erotica, you can find the entire story here. Continuing from part one of Fantica… “You are being such a good whore,” I whisper directly into her ear, flicking the lobe with my tongue as I […]

Fantica – The Beginning

Long story short, this is dedicated to a Facebook flirt.  I am not the best at writing erotica, but I figured I would give it a shot to make someone smile.  If she does not like it, I wrote this for someone else entirely who does. I drive the final mile home after an hour […]

Potatoes, Alan Alda, and Boobs

Mashups are not a new phenomenon.  The word itself has been around since about 2011, as Internet geniuses and terrible dance club DJs began jamming two songs together to make something akin to an elementary school choir concert.  Since it has been around for about six years, and the fad luster is finally worn away […]

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To be honest, I am not going to complete my challenge.  Twelve blogs was just too lofty a goal with everything else going on.  I probably should have just challenged myself to eat twelve Taco Time burritos, or touch twelve breasts, or cause twelve people to gasp aloud due to a timely cloud of flatulence. […]