Author Ralph Greco, Jr. enjoys the publication of eight of his erotic short stories, being released today by the UK’s House Of Erotica.
Tell me, how far do you want to go out in the open?
OMG! If he knew the indecent thoughts, I have at times. I can’t imagine what he would say, how he would react. I wish I could tell him.
My husband came up with the hotel pickup fantasy idea. My birthday was coming up, so he decided to treat me to a spa day and a room at a very nice hotel. I go to my spa treatments, thinking about my fantasy experience that’s coming this evening. My pussy is quivering and wet all day, and I want to touch myself, but decide to wait and save it all for later. After the spa, a nice workout in the gym, and a drink, I go to get ready for my encounter.
As we examine some of the things that are considered the new normal, I can’t help but to identify another pandemic that’s spreading like wildfire. I’m going to call this disease the “Dating Disaster of 2020”, and just like the slew of unsolicited dick pics globally sent, it’s ugly.
For my 50th birthday, I wanted experiences that would bring me joy; that would excite me and linger in my dreams. Guests flew and drove from as far south as south Florida and as far north as Connecticut. There were rope bunnies suspended in what I describe as a birdcage but was actually a yoga swing. I was serenaded by a guitarist and posed on the step & repeat every chance I got.
An extremely passionate man begins to document his deepest fantasies and desires which he wishes to make come true with his significant other.
Here in Florida, many of the bars have reopened and the nightclubs are jamming again. With the recent increase in COVID cases, we have recently been visiting more house parties. There are so many benefits. The number of people is limited, masks are not necessary, and it seems much easier to “be yourself” at these parties. We also like the fact that there does not seem to be the big rush and demand to entertain.
Dave was used to her cancelling plans at this point, and didn’t bat an eye when she told him she needed to stay in. When she climbed in the tub Dave was busy ordering take out and, based on the sounds coming through the bathroom door Abigail assumed he was cleaning up the house. Enough crying, Abigail thought. She had a night alone with her husband, and she was going to enjoy it. This disease may have stolen her energy, her stamina, and much of her youth, but it hasn’t destroyed her completely.
A couple of months ago, I wrote an article on my Fetlife page titled “Dear Men, about those unsolicited Dick Pics.” Some of the quotes from what I intended to be a humorous article included, “When in the hell are you going to take the hint, instructions, request, warning, simply asking to not posting your unsolicited Dick Pics on fetlife? Furthermore, when are you going to stop sending unsolicited messages to women assuming that your dick pic will change their opinion of you, especially when that opinion is their first??