February 2012

Instructions for the tall girl — and for everyone reading along.

Four pictures, zero meetings, and a voice message I can’t forget.

L challenged me to write a three-sentence story. About us.

My wife worried I’d get sued. I did some reading. I’m pretty sure I’m fine—but I’d love a first-amendment lawyer to tell me I’m wrong.

Bear with me while I sort out the commenting situation.

The real turn-on isn’t the picture, the movie, the voicemail. It’s knowing you did as I asked.

A complete story in three sentences.

Slow, where’d you go?

I’m not submissive, but lately I’ve been curious. A Twitter spat with a right-wing operative got me thinking — and writing — things I’ll never post.

Sex-blogger reindeer games, and a few memes I’m inventing.