This one doesn’t make any sense at all. :-) Too bad.
You can never really understand the opposite sex. Never.
"I get a little damp, Bill."
Nope... -G
But... They were in the back row. :-) -G
Can't win 'em all... -G
Hopefully daily, but likely erratic updates about new and changed stories, things I've heard about and seen, and almost anything else I can think of. If sex disgusts you, you're in the wrong place. Move along, there's nothing here for you. Still here? Great!
This one doesn’t make any sense at all. :-) Too bad.
You can never really understand the opposite sex. Never.
"I get a little damp, Bill."
Many, many years ago I somehow inherited a tatty, well-read little paperback book entitled I, A Woman. It wasn’t the best written piece of literature, but it was stunning in its directness and I read it a number of times…
One of the startling pieces of the book, to me, was the location of one of the many assignations. This story is an attempt to re-imagine the place, if nothing else. There is a chance of course that memory fails me, and in fact this all happened in a different book. :-)
Perhaps it was just the weather.
He didn't kiss like a geek, or like a pervert. His lips were soft and slightly cool, dry, and very nice. He didn't seem to be in any sort of a rush, and just put his effort into kissing.
He was still staring at my dark bush and my pendulous breasts when I dragged him to the bed and helped him to climb on me.
I’ve been working on a few experiments lately.
Firstly, I had a try at managing a blog for my stories on tumblr. It was fun, but it’s such a visual medium that I don’t think stories can have much of an impact, so I’m not going to keep it up. As part of the experiment though, I also started a couple of thoroughly visual picture blogs, and reblogged some interesting images. It’s much easier to be noticed that way…
So now? I think I’ll stick with my stories group, and this blog, along with postings at SOL and ASSTR.
And try to write something…

I've posted the latest chapter of my ever-growing story.
Photographic Memory 10 (mf mast oral)
Summer, freedom, and a new camera. And then there were the girls.
She had a finger and thumb from each hand surrounding my cock, and her rhythm was enticing. I knew this wasn't going to take long.
I’ve added the chapter to:
ASSTR – http://www1.asstr.org/~gentlebutfirm/Photographic Memory 10.htm – ready now.
SOL – http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?name=GentleButFirm&sf=story_date_cre&so=desc – as soon as it clears the queue.
So, double digits. I never thought, originally, that this story would be nearly this long, and I’m not finished yet! Thanks for all the comments and encouragement. Please keep it up.
I've also written a few other things that haven't made it to the blog yet:
GrievingI started this one some time ago, and when I stumbled over it again I knew I should finish it. I hope you like it.
If you were a wealthy, powerful young woman, wouldn't you get what you wanted? Thought so.
It was an aberration on my part though, to prefer the stable doors to those of the house, and the dirty stable-boys to the gentlemen who seemed to flock to our estate for various quite legitimate reasons.
You should be able to find it on ASSTR now, or SOL as soon as it’s through the submission queue.

It's more than a colour. Much more. Love and lust in the city.
His hands found their way to my ass again, and he pulled me to him. My legs bent a little, my knees parted, and his tongue explored its way between my legs, between my sopping labia, and suddenly he was inside me.
You can find it on SOL and ASSTR.
I've added a few others lately as well. You might like to check them out at SOL or ASSTR.
Oh sorry, I mean these: :-)
Enjoy, and let me know.

So, you can check out what's been happening
It Certainly Wasn't a Conscious Decision - ASSTR - SOL
Sneak 2 - ASSTR
I'd really like to know what you think!
Gentle.