The Artist and the Boston Boy wrestled (to much acclaim) at a sex party last week. The room was crowded, close, and hot. When we convinced them to strip off their shirts, their chests glistened with sweat and their hair dripped with it.
My friend nudged me to break my reverie. “Should […]
The Artist’s tied arms are around my neck as I ride. I’ve put my glasses back on so I can see him, but they keep slipping down my nose.
I hate to encourage the myth that men need to fuck for hours. (It’s a peeve of mine, second only to the notion that women […]
I haven’t been able to stop talking about one of CM Hurt’s presentations. I only knew it was entitled Nurse Nasty, so assumed it was medical somehow. But I did remember seeing her name years ago on BMEzine (what better recommendation?) so I dropped in.
Holy. Shit.
I’ve been having trouble explaining what about it […]
It’s safe to say that I have made more porn than I have ever watched. I’m more of an erotic literature and photography (and deep, hard fucking) kind of gal than I am the video type. However, this quote caught my eye:
Sometimes - and really most of the time - I’d like to […]
I was so turned on, I think I had forgotten how intercourse worked. Where’s the condom? Did we have a condom? No, put it down, I don’t want to — I want to — no, stay still. Let me touch. Not yet. I said, wait.
“Will you forgive me,” I asked, […]
I’m late.
I hate to be late, and I fidget the whole way downtown on the train to Bryant Park. It’s always when you’re in a hurry that your Metrocard turns out to be expired, and some homeless guy tries to sell you $12 on a card he found in the trash, and then you […]
