We were running late – which was typical. The bathroom was sticky and steamy as I stepped in to brush my teeth. He had the shower going already, hotter than I could stand it, and he was getting undressed. I frowned as the humidity clung to my freshly towel-dried skin. I should've waited until he was done to come back in, I thought, as I'd never be able to fix my hair in this soggy, moist air. I felt a hand on my ass and turned around with a smile. After living together over a year and a half, my nakedness usually goes unnoticed by B. but today he was…

This nympho's sex life has been something akin to the Sahara Desert lately, folks – as you might have been able to tell from the lack of actual sex posts lately. So it brings me immense pleasure to bring you all a long awaited (by you and I) Sexcapade: He popped open a bottle of red wine moments after we both walked in the door. It'd been a long day for me – work, leaving early for a doctor's appointment, going to the DMV, going to the pharmacy, pre-rush hour traffic. I was grateful for the warm, bittersweet liquid as it trickled down my throat. We sat at our computer…

Even though the setting was public and over-crowded, it seemed we were the only two people in the world. Had I inched any closer to his warm body, I'd of been in his lap. Our heads were bowed down and together, talking low and whispering indecent things into one another's ear. We had finished eating and it seemed that both of our minds were now on one thing only. The table offered no covering to hide any indecorous act we might wish to engage in, but my J. can be ingeniously surreptitious. His breath was hot against my neck and his wet tongue so deft in my ear that I…

Oh, it's been way too long! It had been a lazy day all around. The golden autumn afternoon had been filled with honeyed talk and the light amber cool of cheap Chardonnay. We wandered outside to enjoy the fading light and the growing chill to the air, our eyes heavy and drooping as the setting sun. I wandered back inside. It was darker inside, the only light was a washed-out pale gray shining through the slats in the blinds. I lay down right there on the floor, the new carpet thick and lush underneath me. I soon felt him lie down beside me, wrapping an arm around and pulling me…

I can't leave my loyal readers high and dry for too long. Time to get everyone all wet again with a juicy, recent exploit. I think my favorite sex is wake-up sex. There's just something utterly delicious about coming out of sleep right into some groggy groping, leading to a few yawning moans, flowing into some slow, stretching grinding and ending in an orgasm that makes a morning-caffeine jolt pale in comparison. The alarm pulled me rudely out of my slumber. It went off for a few moments, and even though he was closer, he didn't move to turn it off. I leaned over him and swatted around the top…

P. was over visiting, actually half-snoozing on the bed. I was on the phone with J. – the one I want but can’t have. He lives far away. J. and I were talking about sex – we’re always talking about sex. “I want to hear you,” he said. I just giggled. “Tell him to fuck you and let me listen,” he said. He was laughing but he wasn’t joking. I glanced over at P. “He wants to listen to us fuck,” I told him, taking a big swig of beer (P. always brings beer when he comes to visit – I think he knows what the amber liquid does to…

I needed sex. It’d been about two weeks – too long. There’s always my trusty buddy, P., when I’m in dire need and there’s no other way to be satisfied. We have the greatest friends-with-benefits deal around. We’re good friends, and can have straight up sex and even hard-core fucking with no strings attached whatsoever. Afterwards, we’re both back to just relaxing and talking like nothing ever happened. It’s the perfect set up – no extraneous feelings, no awkwardness before, during or after. So when P. called yesterday while I was at work and expressed he was in the same dilemma (i.e. horny), I told him to come over after…