Lovers — I can’t seem to get the idea out of my mind. I want to be a lover, I want to have a lover. But lovers aren’t necessarily singular. Take Zimbabwia, we’ve been to six countries now and she’s had a lover in five (go girl). So if I’m going to learn to be… Continue reading The Challenges of African Dancing: Part 2 — The Challenges of Lovers
So I’m a Gemini. For those who know anything about astrology it’s commonly known as ‘the twin’ — the dualistic persona. When it comes to sex, my louder persona — The Prowler, loves the freedom and empowerment of a one night stand. For years I’ve loved going to events, prowling a crowd, picking my mark… Continue reading The Lover and The Prowler
We humans spend a lot of our time watching animals. We watch them in cages and tanks. We watch them on tv whilst listening to David Attenborough. We watch them in zoos and aquariums. We watch them on safari in foreign and exotic countries. Our species seems to get so much enjoyment from watching animals.… Continue reading A Rhinoceros Blowjob
The burn is over. My masculine energy wishing to fuck everything, has subsided. Now a softer, more feminine energy, desiring tenderness and affection has slipped in to take its place. I wonder if there’s anyone left in this desert who can fulfil such a need before my bus departs tomorrow!? It’s time for our desert… Continue reading A Feminist Man’s Adventure Into the Red Temple
Group sex - I am fascinated by it. Two, three, hell maybe eight naked bodies caressing, sucking and entering my body. Bodily fluids flowing and a choir of moans and groans. Unfortunately I haven’t (yet) experienced this wondrous type of sexual venture. Afrikaburn got me so damn close, I could practically feel the cum showers.… Continue reading Group Sex at AfricaBurn
Wet and covered only by a teeny tiny towel, I dash upstairs hoping to make it to Shirley’s room before being spotted. As luck would have it I’m caught mid stairwell. We’re both startled by one another. He takes in my seemingly naked form and starts talking - ‘Sorry’, I interrupt, ‘I don’t speak Dutch’.… Continue reading The Pick-up Artist and the Sex-positive Blogger: Interview or Porno?
I often quote my favourite Tame Impala lyric by the wonderful Kevin Parker - ‘The only one really judging you is yourself.’ In this tale I go on a journey that some of you will connect deeply with, and some not at all... Saturday fever is upon us again - this time the theme is… Continue reading Sperm and Quirky Eggs
Sometimes if you put all your expectations of a night into the hope of getting with a particular person, the universe just might make a mockery of you and send a totally different person your way. *Make sure you’ve read part one of this tale: Penetration of the Hawk Eyes for the full juicy context!… Continue reading A Universal Fucking
Are you a glass house builder? You meet someone that you’re excited about and build a nice little glass house around them? One that prevents you from seeing their true selves. You prefer to keep that shiny glass exterior where everything about them is perfect, a lovely illusion. I’m so good at it, I could… Continue reading Penetration of the Hawk Eyes
Since starting this blog I’ve been selective about whom I share it with. I am not ashamed of the blog, hell no, I am very proud of it, I just worry that some people will want to fuck (or not fuck) the ‘blog me’ and not the real me. The following tale validates this concern.… Continue reading Desert Tarzan and Slutty Jane
