March 2012

I have a history of making trouble. Here, I wonder if some of it is justified.

She’s bratty, she’s beautiful, and she cums when I tell her to. More or less.

Blindfolded, on her knees, she hadn’t yet seen or tasted or touched my cock. But she could hear how hard I was.

I learn about a holiday I can really get behind.

She’s my type, she loved her work, and she never apologized for it — which is why a certain PSA really puzzles me.

In which I confess to having taken creep shots, and wonder about them – their lure, and the creepiness of them.

A night out with a new couple gets off to an inauspicious start.

Some mouths are simply engineered for pleasure. Also, I love Twitter.

What Viagra feels like, from the inside.

The demimonde of pseudonymous sex blogging: simultaneous radical honesty and complete secrecy, and the strange discomfort of living as two authentic selves.