Category: Fuck

  • Diamonds: The Chicken Noodle Soup Year

    Just as in previous years, February through December passed by in a flash. I was New Jersey bound again – looking forward to my sister’s big New Year’s Day bash and seeing Diamonds. It was harder and harder to act casual around him at the party with all my family and their familiar friends around.…

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  • The Gent: Birth of a Panther

    As my relationship with PhD was imploding, I decided that after I graduated culinary school I would go by myself to my family’s beach house in NC. I hadn’t been there in more than five years. The ocean was calling me as a place of peace amidst the turmoil of PhD, being fresh out of…

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  • My Trips to Cougar Town

    Since 2015 I knew I liked older men, but a year later I was still just at the beginning of my personal sexual revolution. The dating app world was my oyster and I wanted at least a dozen to try with mignonette, lemon and all the fixin’s! My previous sexual experiences up until then were…

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  • Champion

    A bi-curious fellow who had recently opened his marriage with his wife of 25 years to be able to explore his sexuality. Late 50s, balding white wiry hair, muscular bicyclist legs, slim frame. He spent the bulk of his career working in county and nonprofit homelessness organizations. Routinely rode his bike on weekends 30-60 miles…

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  • Nashville: Part 2

    After my 150 minutes of sleep, I drug myself through the shower, into some new clothes, to breakfast with lots of black coffee and then to the conference by 7AM. Since my client was selling to the attendees, I did not need to attend the conference sessions, but rather be available to talk to people…

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  • Nashville: Part 1

    For those of you who have overindulged in Nashville, you will understand that the title of this story does not need a subtitle. ‘What happens in Nashville’ is just as true. In this case, I will name my ‘what happens’ well, Nashville for simplicity’s sake. Nashville was actually from Kansas City. He was a glass…

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  • Bon Vivant

    You may have already guessed that I enjoy taking a little risk from time to time. I want memories at the end of my life, not dreams. Bon Vivant (Bon for short) has the classic stupid wealthy, sexy af, 50-something look with one attribute that would manifest a WAP in a hot, wet second. Tall,…

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  • Wolverine: So Much Talk

    Wolverines are shy and fierce as fuck. Muscular. Solitary. Flesh-eating carnivores. I wanted this Wolverine to eat me up the second he sent me a pic of his back. Wolverine is tall, 6’2″, ripped as shit, pale with a goofy grin, a motorcycle, a weird ass stuffed animal collection and a day job as a…

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  • Diamonds: One Year Later…Where the Wild Things Are

    A whole year went by in a flash, and before I knew it it was December and I was on a plane back to New Jersey. Diamonds and I had been texting all year long – as friends, as lovers. There was a piece of me that missed him so much I craved him. During…

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  • Dark Lead: The House Call

    I opened the side door as slowly as possible. Took my worn cowboy boots off just inside and carried them to the second bedroom. Small creaking on the steps caused me to pause and listen, but all I heard was his white noise app – not even a snore. I was Friday at 1:30AM, and…

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