Book of Blue Compilation
An Erotic Diary of the Before Times
Tracy
Tracy and I were in the basement room of my mom’s house on E. 34th St. in Brooklyn. Tracy’s mom Alana had come over with she and her two little sisters, Gaia and Ava. My mom and little brother Marcus had gone out with them to a flea market. They said they were also going out fo…
Green Sea Dream
Early morning, just past dawn, and I am standing by the sea in Brooklyn. Everything is green. The sea is green, the sea-bed is green, the beach is green, the large rocks at the back of the sand are green – it’s like green moss is covering everything. The green waves are crashing a little farther out from the shore than usual, as if th…
George
One of the issues with Miracle Manor was how sexually stilted the place was. It was not like there was any overt prohibition, just a lot of people in their heads who were not open to any sexual conversation (much less contact) and some who were hostile to it. This sometimes had a spiritual pretext; the N…
The Electrician
I don’t know how I got into a discussion of lactation with the electrician. It was a long time ago. Maybe I’ll remember as I write this story down for the first time.
Missed Opportunity
Near midnight, deep dark of winter, a little island along the Saddle River, Nowhere Zen New Jersey.
Celebration of Sacred Sexuality
This was originally written as a tribute to the life of Deborah Taj Anapol (1951-2015), co-founder of Loving More.
House of Taj | New Century
One of my adventures along the Deboarh Taj Anapol trail was a small-group sexuality workshop near Otter Point on the Oregon coast. This was in the spring of 2001, so far from home, so close to the future. I knew Taj from when I was her keynote speaker at the
Her Scorpio Milk
One day when I was living on Vashon Island, or rather right near Vashon, I had an occasion to visit someone who worked in a ‘professional park’ — one of those developments where small businesses have offices. You know the kind, desolate and strange buildings made of fake brick, or metal sheet, with gravel where grass should be, a…
how she wants it
her idea of being fucked is the massage therapist comes over and stretches and relaxes her whole body. he lubes her ass, massages her asshole and cute little butt, stretches her, and then fucks her and ejaculates into her becaause this is what she wants.
The Erotic Drum Circle
At the Wet Spot, a kind of sex co-op in Seattle, somebody once decided to hold an ‘erotic drum circle’. I lived on Vashon Island. That was a 15-minute ferry ride, plus getting to the ferry terminal in West Seattle, and time spent waiting. On a Sunday night, due to an oddity in the way the schedule was…
Hazukashi-sa no michi, part one
I spent the summer of 2000 in Vancouver, British Columbia. I was roaming the Pacific Northwest and stopped in to visit my friend Jane. She was at the time was moving out of her longtime apartment to live with her boyfriend, with whom she was already staying. So her apartment was available and she invited me to use it.
Mercy Cunnilingus
I met Ruchama, who went by the professional name Miss Ruthie, because she posted an ad for her dominatrix services on Craig’s List Paris. This was in early 2005. I was interested; I responded to her listing and asked to book a session. That would happen less than a week later.
I Want To Show You My Pregnant Vagina
Adele and I were the kind of friends who went out to cafes and took tourist boat rides. This was in Paris, Ile de France, summer 2005. She invited me over one day.
Liza
I’m sitting at dinner with the most beautiful woman alive. It’s a Thursday night. The backdrop is ancient St. Gilles in Brussels. We’re in the garden dining area of a Japanese restaurant, set back from the street, tucked between two towering town houses. She’s about 33 years old and we have met about 20 minute…
Ashtanga
“You have not stopped thinking about eating my pussy,” Ashtanga said, as the session ended. Two hours of most excellent work. And while I did my utmost to contain myself and said nothing and kept taking pictures, she was correct.
Page From the Women’s Book of Secrets
At long last, I found the right guy to give my first blowjob. This was fairly late in my bisexual experimentation, but most of that had involved sex toys and masturbation rather than conventional m/m sex. A lot of guys had sucked my cock, especially when I was younger. I never had to ask, and I did enjoy it.
Drinking Eja
I want to be overwhelmed, by how much there is and how much I drink, because I want to and I am committed to and I am thirsty for amrita. I want to be there fully to receive her and to be changed by the experience…something in my dna and my soul. I want this to be with someone I care about and understand; someone I fe…
Story for Anna
I met Anna around 2009 when she was visiting from Califronia. She came to my apartment in Kingston and cooked me dinner naked in celebration of my completing the Planet Waves annual edition a week or so earlier. She had a pound of some outragous cush in tow. We spent a delightful week swimming together like the dolphins we are. This…
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You Can Fuck Me if You Want
Every time Beth, whose Book of Blue name is Lakshmi Girl, would come over, the plan was that we would masturbate together, but I would end up masturbating for her. Or rather, for myself, in front of her, which she liked and which made it better for me.
The Erodome
Off to the side of Evolution 2009 Burning Man, a white geodesic dome stood at the corner of a camp called Poly Paradise. My home camp, that year, it was a good one — a mellow scene that had a meals policy of feeding anyone who wandered in from the playa, whether they lived at the camp or not.
Wet Paint
In the first hour she knew me, at the top of a waterfall in New Paltz, Lee pulled her jeans around her knees, pulled up her shirt and masturbated as I watched and photographed her face. What a lovely introduction to her. Her face reminds me of sex every time I see a picture of her.
Mercy Fuck from Cassidy
THE SAGITTARIAN BEAUTY Cassidy arrived to help me find my way to mirror celibacy. This was our tacit understanding. It was almost as if we had preplanned it, or had done it before. On the way up from the airport, I began to tell her everything — the story of the mirror.
11:44 the spirit molecule
I have a sense of some of what you’ve struggled with in self-judgment. So to take Sunshine (a form of lsd) like that and get naked alone in front of yourself – that is bold.
Retrospective
Even getting used to the idea of not fucking for two years…was mind spinning - that was the original concept via a spiritual teacher in the 1990s and the ’three readings’ experience…of different healers saying to me, you will be fucking less.
Autofellatio Dreams and CEI
Thirsting for my semen came to me in teenage dreams. Ejaculating and orgasm were a new delight, and I was curious and unashamed. This was in the era when I often masturbated by fucking my vaseline-lubed fist onto a pillow, and freely put my greasy and cum soaked bedding into the laundry where my mom was sure to see it. It never occurred to me to be asha…