The ZoeverseI met my favorite lover online, when he was exploring his psychosexuality during the summer of 2018. His family out of town, and it wasn’t until I’d already gotten a few paragraphs in that I realized that he’s in a monogamous relationship. It didn’t stop me.
From the start we exploded into each other, mushrooming intensity that builds and builds. I find him irresistible and I don’t want to resist him. Whenever he pops into my world, everything else recedes. I hesitate to call it obsession, because I’ve managed to live without him now for more than two years.
We talked for days, incessantly writing and messaging each other. He is a writer. I am a writer. I once told him that I didn’t really know what it meant to be a writer, and he replied that he thinks it has something to do with a love of words.
We met once. Briefly. And kissed and fucked as though we’d meant to for lifetimes.
And then he ripped himself away. I thought I’d never see him again. But a month later, he contacted me again. Since then, this pattern has repeated. Short, intense bursts of online contact through words, audio, and video, followed by months of absence. It tears me apart, but I love it, and I love him.
And then we spent six weeks together in Barcelona again. It’s intense and fucked up. I leave, and we rip into each other. It ends.
And begins again…
“Really inspired by our final conversations last night. Really really want to fuck you as soon as I am back. I am hoping to see Zoe five orgasms face. If that fits with schedule.” This text comes through to me while I am working, and he is out. I jump at the chance. Our first Read More
When he doesn’t come home the long arm of the law is my first thought. Men get put in cages. I love men. Jail, prison, or detention may be my first thought but it doesn’t mean that I stay there. I vacillate between that and the worst of thoughts. That he has died and no Read More
Makeup sex with my Favorite Lover. And Zoe saw all that she had made. And it was good. We fight viciously. Two fragile, delicate souls so desperately in love. It starts with me making some offhand remark, not thinking about how it will feel for him to hear it. His retaliations are extreme. He goes Read More
He’s my Favorite Lover because of the way his confidence kicked in that day he made me come with his mouth for the first time. Massaging my outer lips in different patterns. Fingers of his left hand go up whilst the right ones go down. Pulling my clit into different shapes underneath his tongue. Relentlessly Read More
What does being the Other Woman have to do with D/s? I am vanilla. Just through and through to the core. Power dynamics are a lot of fun, but the moment they feel contrived I lose interest. All BDSM feels contrived to me. That said, I’m involved in a relationship that has strong D/s elements Read More
This time it is different, it is a romantic sexy story. I am surprised. In absence of him it is lust that breaks through. Deep, reptilian reflex desire. I love him, sure, but in the background. In the foreground I want to consume him. It is him at the very end of frenzied fucking or Read More
The erotic story begins out of nowhere, yet simmers and builds for months beforehand, like all the best erotica. We fuck on video, again, after a vicious breakup and a weird reconnection. It deepens quickly but there is no more cybersex, no good written erotic story. When I hint at it, try to open a Read More
How can I write about sex with you now? We have had so much sex I can’t remember half of it. I tell you this and you think you weren’t memorable. It’s not that. My memory is seared with you. My life has a screen burn-in of you. We haven’t had enough sex. Will we Read More
Mama say let that man sleep. Don’t you wake him. No matter what he promised. Only wake him if he axe for it. Don’t take on his responsibilities. Ain’t none of your business. Not your job to steer him. You steer yourself. Let that man sleep. Even if he’s gonna be late. It’s not your Read More
When someone doesn’t trust you it undermines everything. I don’t trust you when you say you have emotions for me. I don’t trust your erection. Don’t trust you when you say you’d rather stay here than go home to your wife and kid. I don’t trust your love. Nor your attraction. I don’t trust you Read More