Gabriel is endowed with a gift: he gets hard quickly and stays hard indefinitely. And after he comes, he gets hard again. He’s an endless supply of erection.
This morning, I woke up destroyed and dehydrated. Again.
With Gabriel, my body’s pushed past its usual rhythms. I can come easily with most people, and [...]

I’ve been daydreaming all day, daydreaming about being pinned, my thighs spread to welcome a slow, deep screw. Gabriel slipped the thought of slow sex into my head last night and I’ve been rolling it in my mind ever since. It’s been elusive. I’ve been eager.
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I saw a client the other night [...]

I arrive, pull the scarf from my neck, drop my purse, and shrug out of my coat. It’s a mild day, but you never know with New York. It can be sixty degrees by day and thirty by night – I play it safe.
“I think we should fuck,” he says, smiling. I’m thinking we [...]

Yesterday, I woke up to a work-related clusterfuck and spent the morning clearing the wreckage. I felt frustrated and scattered by the time I reached his studio, but the moment he opened the door, I relaxed. He has a calming effect on me.
That much I knew, and I also knew that I was attracted [...]

Fuckbuddy’s favorite question: “Are you still seeing clients?”
And my answer varies. I am, or I’m not, or I’m only seeing the clients I trust, or I’m giving a new guy a shot, or I’m cutting everyone loose. When I stop, there’s a lot that I miss. I miss the clients. I miss the [...]

A designer once mentioned that she made a menstruation kit which included a variety of objects made of precious materials, among them a vibrator. I asked her about this, why she’d include a vibrator, and she said that studies have shown that sex actually relieves menstrual pain. And that makes sense: orgasms release [...]

‘Fuckbuddy’ isn’t a very good term. It’s coarse, and ‘buddy’ sounds like someone you high-five during a sports game.
I should give him a name here, but he’s been my fuckbuddy for so long that it seems a little late for a change. Outside of Paul, he’s the only man who knows most, [...]

Some men are vocal. Matt, for example, is deliciously vocal. But many men are quiet. A guy friend of mine claims this is because men first learn to orgasm in extreme private, often jerking off in silence to avoid detection. Maybe that’s true – I don’t know. I just know [...]

Just got in from a date. I handle my smittenness with Matt by seeking other men. If I didn’t, I’d probably smother him with mad-girl lust, and something like pride or fear prevents this. Maybe I’m hedging. Maybe I’m a pussy. Whatever the reason, I went out with someone new tonight. [...]

Christ, I love how he fucks me.
I’m usually only marginally aware of the power dynamics when I’m in the midst of fornication, but with Matt it’s very clear. He holds me down, and when he fucks me, it’s with absolute abandon – I wish more men were this feral.
He’s blunt, like my fuckbuddy. [...]