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When she came to his house for dinner, he had been oddly quiet. She had been dating him for a while, and found him to be fun, and pleasant, and gentlemanly. She had the most conflict with the gentlemanly part. She liked it, and she also was eager to see the ungentlemanly side of him, but it had not been forthcoming.

And he wasn't talking.

He took her coat to the closet, and took a box from it, as he was putting the coat in.

He looked at her fixedly, as he handed her the box, and said, "You know where the bathroom is."

She was puzzled for a moment, then, when it was clear he was not going to explain, walked to the bathroom, and took a look in the box.

There was a black dress, a very nice string of pearls, that looked to be antiques, and a note. It said, "wear this, and only this."

She thought for a second. This was quite the odd left turn from gentlemanly. She felt very funny about it. And she also began to feel wetness near her thighs.

It seemed strange, silly…
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The Trunk

"Maybe I could just look", she said.
They had been talking. It had been supposed to be just a drink after work. Friends sitting and having a light conversation. Something they had done before more than once.
But this time the conversation went somewhere that she was not expecting. And that is when he mentioned the trunk.
She had known that he had had a rather rich sex life a few years ago, with a number of women, but he had never talked about what kind of sex he was having.

That evening he had told her the story of how he discovered his interest in BDSM, ropes and cuffs and floggers and candle wax and paddles and canes. And dominance, which seemed a very odd fit for the man she knew. But it also felt like it made sense.

He had been talking about the different things that he had done, and she found herself feeling more interest than she would have liked to admit, and increasingly eager to hear more.

"But these days", he had said, "I'm just a guy with a trun…

Water and Air

I am a creature of the sea. The water is my home, I in it, it in me. I am enveloped by it and I drink it in, nourished, filled with life, in happy union.

I am a creature of the air. I fly above the blue water, sunlight bright on my skin. Bright dot against the sky. I dance, with you.

I see you are a shining fish like me, come up from oceans different, yet much the same. We will each, in our time, seek sea's embrace again, then rise, and fly together, in the warm air.

On The Couch

Kids at a friends. I come home, and there you are, on the couch.

Barefoot. Flannel shirt. Jeans.

Drop my bag and I'm on you. Buttons fly everywhere. My hands all over.

Reach in your pants. No panties!

Rubbing your pussy. Faster. Don't cum yet. I push my cock in. Fucking until we can't move.

Big Back Seat

She wondered why he was renting the big car. He didn't like big cars.

Big cars have big back seats. He drove to a quiet spot, no traffic around.

And then she knew why he asked her to wear a dress.

Into the big back seat, panties slid off, no one to see.

Fucking her hard. Crickets all around. He squirts all his cum into her, then lies there while the crickets sing. Together, in the big back seat.

Reviewing Reviews

In days long ago, I used to do vibrator reviews.

That might seem odd, me being a man and all, but I had a perspective: I wrote vibrator reviews from the perspective of a man who used vibrators to make ladies very, very, very, very happy. I wrote as someone who used them not on himself, but to, well, spread the love.

And what I liked and disliked is different, in ways subtle and not subtle, from the likes and dislikes of those women with more direct experience of the vibrator itself. I saw things from a different angle, very literally an also figuratively.

On a directly mechanical level, I can see what I am doing, and I have literal, physical angles available to me that are less available to women using them on themselves. This makes many things possible to me that are difficult for someone pleasing themselves.

And, though I do not experience the feeling of the vibrator directly, as the woman in question does, that can be an advantage. I can draw out and delay climax in a way that, for…

Cleaning Up

“So, you will require a cleaning once every two weeks, including the living room, dining room, kitchen, stairs, hallway and bathroom, correct?”
“Yes”, he said, “that is what I would prefer.”
“And my rate is OK with you?”, she asked.
“Yes, but I would expect to pay more for the first cleaning because of the extra work involved”, he said.
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“I know, but it seemed fair to me.”
She pondered this for a while. Waves of emotion seemed to capture her, and she seemed to be about to speak several times. Eventually, she did speak. “That is generous and speaks well of you”, she said, “but no such additional payment is required. I quote my rates on the back of my experience, and I get significant satisfaction from my work.”
He smiled. It seemed that it was his turn to ponder. After a long moment, he said, “That interests me. What would you say is the source of your satisfaction? What is it about this work that you find satisfying?”
She looked at him for a while, trying to evaluate s…