You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it. You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs. You[…]
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Folly
This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your[…]
Read morePaying for It
I was walking down the street the other day, and, on the doorstep of a neighbor, I saw Paying for[…]
Read moreDear Liza and D:
Liza tells me she’s been dreaming about me. I’m flattered. She tells me that, the other night, I gave her[…]
Read moreSwinging and male bisexuality
This is just a musing, or perhaps a rant: we have a profile on SLS (the dominant “swingers” dating site,[…]
Read morePaean to Sasha Grey
Until recently, there simply was no feature-length porn I liked. No porn actresses I found myself attracted to. I’m a[…]
Read moreYou want me to fuck you
I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files.[…]
Read moreNamaste
We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked[…]
Read moreDown the rabbit hole
I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.” I did it here, and here, and here. I’ve been writing[…]
Read moreI gently lowered the blindfold
“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
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