November 2011
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WatchBy The Dirty Gentleman, of course.
How f’n sexy are these two? I saw them the night before Thanksgiving and it was fantastic. Sweet, brilliant, and hot.
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Learning To Sit
We used to sit in zazen facing each other. We breathed slowly and sat up straight as we tried to calm our minds. It was long before we realized that trying to do anything with our minds was a useless endeavor. We lit candles and rang bells, and we had a small statue of the Buddha carried all the way back from Tibet.
We used our meditation as foreplay for what we imagined was a spiritual...
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Something of My Own
Whenever we fuck we have to film it so her husband can watch us later.
The first few times I obsessed over the camera angle, the lighting, and the pacing of the show. I wanted to spend time editing, and I wanted it to be art. After a while I realized that I misunderstood. He didn’t want art. He wanted life and he wanted it with all the bumps, jostles, and noises that came with it.
It was only...
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WatchHappy Thanksgiving from Doc Holidays!
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Asking
Just a quick to note to say that I do actually respond to questions in my ask box. I rarely post them because I don’t want to clutter my blog with unrelated things (ie, not naughty), and a lot of the questions are personal to the writer. But I do answer them privately.
So, feel free to ask and I’ll write back. If I can think up a sexy answer I may even post it.
Ask me here.
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Needing To Be Used
“I need to be used tonight.”
It was a fairly clear message, but still I needed more. Her moods were known to vary, and her words had many meanings.
“Explain,” I wrote back.
“Lost. Gone. Fucked up and down. Blind. Sore. Unable to say no.”
“Is that it?” I asked.
“Three cocks.”
That was a new one. I was half tempted to ask if she was joking, but I was hard the second I read it, and I didn’t...
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Bombasticity
Jack told me I’ve become impotent due to my bombasticity. I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. Every retort felt too full of ego or fear. Every word that came to mind was wrong and uncomfortable and would only prove him right. The next evening I fucked his girlfriend in the back of Welcome to the Johnson’s. It didn’t make me feel any better.
GNY
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The Will of God
She told me she seduced the priest to destroy his faith.
He made rounds with her at the shelter, and she worked on him for years. She argued logic and theology with her masters degree as a weapon, and he smiled and answered everything with The Will of God.
“One afternoon I was silent,” she said.
“We talked to each woman like we always did, and he offered them salvation while...
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Top 100 Sex Bloggers
Every year, the Amazing Rori at Between My Sheets makes a list of her top 100 favorite sex bloggers. And this year she gave me and The Dirty Gentleman the number one spot! We’ve worked hard this year to create engaging content and we’re pleased, honored, and super excited to be at the top of the list. Thank you!
An especial thank you goes out to all of the people who have helped and...
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Without Reason
I move between holding her gently and pulling her hair without reason.
When I’m mindful I notice how quickly my thoughts and impulses pass through me, and I watch what they do to my body.
At first, I often notice overwhelming affection that makes me want to kiss her forehead and cry with joy and hope. I want to whisper that I’ll love her forever, and sometimes I laugh in delight. I...
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We Orgied Before Dark
We made the perfect mimosas (see here). In our pajamas.
There were fifteen of us with pillows on the floor, and our drinks were in plastic cups rather than champagne glasses. There we nine pairs of slippers, four sets of footie pajamas, three teddy bears (one was a rabbit), and one union suit with a butt flap.
For the first hour we were only allowed to make out. It was one in the afternoon...
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From Brorotica: Football
“Bro, have you seen that video of the blonde chick in her dorm room with a dildo nailed to the wall?”
“Um, no, Trevor. I have not seen the chick and the wall dildo.”
“Dude, you have to check this out. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way? But she kinda looks like Liz.”
Liz and I had been married for a year and a half, and Trevor mentioned her every chance...
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I'm Here
She started crying just when I expected her to come.
I kissed her eyes, rolled over next to her, and wrapped my arms around her. I had to resist every urge in my body to asks questions, and so I held her and whispered I’m here over and over again.
She sat up, propping the pillow against the wall behind her as she pulled the blanket up. When she covered her breasts and tucked the covers...
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Tonight in New York City
Tonight in New York City 2,657 people had sex with someone they thought they shouldn’t be sleeping with.
92 people took it up the ass for the first time, and 456 people strapped it on.
There were 47 bathroom blowjobs this evening, 322 fingerings in bar booths, and 67,543 kisses. Good kisses I mean.
Nearly 2 million people masturbated, 42 had sex with a religious artifact, and 1,249 people thought...
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Spit or Swallow
She grew up on a farm.
I don’t know what the fuck that has to do with anything, but she did. She was sweet, kind, smart, pretty, and wonderfully dirty. Everyone said she was the nicest girl in the world, and it was true. She also loved to fuck, she loved to be held down, and she loved making me beg and moan.
She also loved surprises.
We had a few hundred acres of woods on our college...
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Overheard on Halloween
“A you a slutty cat?”
“No, I’m just a cat. Are you a douchebag Trekkie?”
“No, I’m just a redshirt.”
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A First
The first time she came was on her parent’s couch with a blanket on our lap.
I was young and impulsive, and she made an unlikely decision. She leaned close to me, she brushed my arm with her own, and when my fingers pressed into her skin, her legs opened rather than closed.
I don’t remember the movie, I don’t remember everyone who was there, but the blanket was white. It was thick and soft,...