I have recently realized that if someone were to read my Medium profile and portfolio, they might notice that my writing centers around sex by a wide margin. I’d go as far as saying that 80%+ of my articles focus on the topic. Much of my other items deal with parenting.
This makes sense to me. I found Medium because of my desire to interact with other human beings around the topics of sex, love, and passion. It helps fill a role that is missing from my “normal” everyday life. Therefore, I tend to box myself in a bit here.
When I first joined Medium and made a profile, I didn’t ever expect to write on this platform. I was here to read and learn about sex and a lot of other topics. So, I chose a screen name. Teadad. I like tea. I’m a dad. Easy.
But now that I am here and writing and fully using this as a way to connect, I feel that it is time to have a proper name on here as I expand my boundaries and connections. So, here I am.
Pleased to meet you. Again. I hope you continue to…
Sometimes I like to retreat and hide from the world and reality. I will immerse myself in activities and fade away from everything else. Solitary distractions.
Sometimes I like to be chased. I often do so much of the chasing and initiating that I’ll fantasize of someone wanting me so badly that they come looking for me in the veil I have pulled around myself. Searching for my love, intimacy, voice. It’s the longing that allows you to find me.
Lover, come find me. I am in the deep inhale of breath, held in my lungs as I stretch. I…
Waking up with wrapped limbs, warmth wealthily shared under layers. We can’t wait to wake up with each other.
Bountiful butt and breasts bounce into your bra and booty shorts, a bedazzling beauty is this buxom babe before me. I can’t wait to behold you from bed, a better angle before arising from the blankets
Stolen scans from across the sun-streaked room show succulent, sultry lips sneakily sharing stolen air kisses that I savor. I can’t wait for the slow descent of sundown where we can soon suck and slide
Thirsty texts tell of titillating Tuesday twilight trysts that try…
How haunting is our melody?
Voice type sounds mingling in and out
Out and in, am I you or are you me?
Whispers have never been so strong, no doubt
Your eyes are the scrying type
I see the future when I peer
I’m all your favorite archetypes
Lover, Healer, Magician, Seer
Strike me a chord, vibrate the note
Give me all of it, I devour
Say you love me even if you don’t
Climb my tower, reveal your power
I don’t know when or how to say stop I take all of you in, I’m open wide…
“Tongue-tied and twisted, just an Earthbound misfit”
I have a bit of a confession
I have a bit of an obsession
It most definitely involves my tongue
I’m all sorts of strung out and sprung
My tongue from which your pussy is hung
Mounted on my face like a three-dimensional painting
I cannot say that I’ve recently had much training
Your previous desire for licking, waning, and constraining
Not that I’m complaining as your desire is now regaining
You’ve been uncorked and I’m straining to take all that you’re draining
Yes, my tongue belongs on and inside of your body…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve known that I’ve viewed sex and intimacy differently than many of my peers and even some of my lovers. I have always felt that sex was, or could be, more than just a way to have fun and get off. Don’t get me wrong; it can absolutely be that. Sex for pure enjoyment is fantastic and healing in its own right. But, for me, I’ve always felt an undercurrent of something more, something powerful and capable of healing.
For quite a while, when I was younger, I wasn’t able to label or…
One of my first times meeting you and getting acquainted
I was a young boy badly in need of glasses
Blurry, your masterpiece looked more fingerpainted
Still, I fished in you, catching walleye and basses
Now, with age, wisdom, and a lens prescription
I see and understand all of your sensuality
Yours a beauty quite possibly beyond description
But I’ll try — from the smallest seed to the mightiest tree
Approaching Your entry point has me feeling nervous, shaking Your power is suddenly real and manifest I need to be careful and obedient in your service, senses awaking I breathe…
She is curled up in the crook of my left arm with her head on my bare chest as we lie under the puffy white down comforter. We are talking and discussing the events of the day and our thoughts surrounding them.
My thoughts were, and have been, on the rare tension that existed between us earlier that morning. The what of it isn’t super important as it boiled down to misunderstandings and issues of vulnerability.
As usual, text and face-to-face conversations helped us understand that we both are on the same team and want the same things for each…