“Do you want to come before you go? Can I tell you a story to help? Can I tell you a story about mermaids?” I asked my spouse. He was about to go out for the night. I was sitting on the bed as he stood by the bed. His pants were unfastened, and his
Last time I had sex with my spouse, a group sex witch fantasy spun out of my head, without my wishing it to. Pretty amazing and appropriate for Halloween. Tis the season. witch fantasy You know how stories don’t always start at the beginning. This witch fantasy starts with my spouse tied onto a huge
Ok, please bear with me. Strange horse stable fantasy ahead. Don’t ask me where this one came from. It’s almost a dream. horse stable fantasy There was a horse stable, but it didn’t have horses, straw, feed bags, horse food, or horse poop in it. It had a different person in each stall. The deal
I had a fantasy about us meeting at a carnival. Makes sense, dear spouse–carnival is for the flesh. The fun before the asceticism of Lent. I’ve never been Catholic, and neither have you. But debauchery is inside all of us. I love you, and I would love you also if you worked for a carnival.
This post prostate massage is part two of semen donation, a speculative fiction story about my spouse in an alternate world where good sperm is rare, and sleep disorders are common. I think there will be another part after this. prostate massage “Yes, I’m 45 years old,” he thought as he woke up. “And today
I’m not usually not a speculative fiction writer, but my spouse and I were having sex before he went to donate blood. This story spun out of my head about semen donation. I didn’t mean to think it. But I write it down to share with you, dear reader. first scene The first scene is