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In the dark, naked, holding each other, Lo whispered to me, “Erin and Zach wrote today.”

“And?” asked I, curious about the young protégés.

“He said that they’ve been playing with the dildo that he bought for her when she went to England last year.”

“Nothing new there,” I said.

She looked at me, knowing I was teasing her. “I didn’t say how they’ve been playing with it.”

“OK, I’ll bite. How?”

“They’ve been experimenting with anal play.”

“Always fun.”

“Her on him.”

“Oh,” I said, “well, how about that.”

She groaned and grabbed my cock. “You like thinking about that?” she asked me.

“Looks like you have been thinking about that.”

“I have a confession to make.”

“Do you, now?” I knew this would be coming.

“After you fell asleep last night, I reread their e-mail. I was imagining what it would be like if I had on my strap-on and was with both of them — pegging him, fucking her, back and forth ʼtil I made them both cum.”

“You little dominatrix, you!”

“You think they’d like that?”

“I don’t think they’d tell you about the use they’ve made of that dildo unless they had that in mind.”

She grabbed my shaft and held it tight when she said, “You have no idea how much I wish I had a cock. I think it would be the best thing in the world. I love imagining what I’d do with it. You know, in the shower, when I have the showerhead on my clit, I often fantasize about having one and that a woman is giving me a blowjob.”

“I know, you’ve told me.”

“I cum so quickly when I think that.”

Now she hopped on top of me and slowly let her hips slide down, enveloping the part of me she desired to have for herself. Her right hand was stroking her clit as she said, “I wish I could jack off. When I watch videos of guys masturbating, I wish that that was me.”

“A classic case,” I said, looking up at her.

She was beyond hearing me. She continued, “I wish I had a giant cock to fuck a girl with. I’d do it so good!” She was cumming. It was literally only seconds that she had been on me.

She lifted herself up off of me and lay down next to me, cuddling up and holding my erect phallus in her right hand again, stroking it up and down.

“What?” I asked, “Is that it?”



“I don’t want you to cum, Daddy.”

“Why not?”

“I want you to stay hard all night.”

“But, but, I want you.”

“No more for you,” she said, adding, “How about we just whisper sweet nothings to each other?”

“OK, you be sweet and I’ll say nothing,” I said. I was upset.

“You’re beautiful,” she said to me.

“Well, darkness is my best light.” She wasn’t even looking at me. She was looking at the silhouette of my masthead.

She felt my hand and the ring on it and said, “You shouldn’t wear your ring to bed.”

“Why not?”

“Chinese medicine.”


“Chinese medicine says you shouldn’t sleep with anything tight on you.”

“Then Lo, you’re going to have to stop mounting me at night.”

[Excerpt from the story, “Penis Envy,” from the blog:]

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