Jan 062014
 

My cock is clamoring for attention. It’s not hard, exactly. It’s a bit firm, I guess, but more than that, it wants to be hard. It’s using all its powers of persuasion to inform me that, if it had its way, it would be receiving considerable stimulation right about now. The stimulation it craves is […]

Oct 152013
 

Sometimes, my cock tingles. It’s not hard. It’s not aching. It’s just calling to me. “Attend to me,” it says. “Make me hard. Stimulate me.” It wants… touch, sure. Images, yes. It wants a reminder of what it can become, what it’s capable of. Sometimes, it’s gentle, respectful. More often, it’s insistent, demanding. “ATTEND TO […]

Jul 102013
 

I recently wrote about the somewhat surprising prominence men have in my retellings of my sexual adventures. They have the ability to make a sexual adventure super-charged, and they have the ability to shrivel my dick, even while it’s being expertly sucked. This isn’t, explicitly, sexual. And I don’t think it’s particularly implicitly sexual, either: […]

Jan 162013
 
Meditation on my cock

Often, people say, “I could never meditate; I can’t clear my mind, I can’t stop thinking.” To my knowledge, meditation has nothing to do with either clearing the mind or stopping thinking. There are a number of ways of meditating. The two most well known Buddhist forms of meditation are concentration, or shamatha, and mindfulness, […]