2011

The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex — but we managed.

The holidays have kept us apart too long. Tonight, T and I will fix that — and maybe more.

An infinite line of women, infinite stamina, and not a single act of intercourse. It’s my fantasy — I’m allowed to be selfish.

Seven sexual wishes for the new year — some more likely than others.

A scavenger hunt, of sorts, beginning at Grand Central and ending in Room 1402.

Elven pajamas, boxer briefs, and the flu.

A cold ruins a perfectly good evening with S and the Dude.

A first date, a hand on a thigh, and a kiss on the street that promised more.

L sent me an elf-pajama crotch shot. Merry Christmas.

A last-minute gift idea that caught my eye.