April 2012

Here’s something sad:  I’m not attracted to fat chicks.  I wish I were.  I like a lot of fat people.  I have no problem with fat people.  It’s just that I’m aesthetically, sexually sensitive to overweight.  It doesn’t get my…

Liza, the author of the awesome, always-hot, Always Each Other, generously gave me the TMI award. Liza writes the hottest of hot stuff about sex, no less so because it’s all about the sex she has with her husband.  She’s…

I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files. You’ve erected a digital shrine to your desire to be fucked by me. But you’ve read these words. You know…

I want you to lie before me. I want you to open the top button of your jeans, no more. Run your hand up the inside of your thigh, tickling you just a little, as you climb your thigh toward…

Some while ago, I wrote about the perils of being both a good partner, friend, fuck buddy, and a slut. And not just a slut, but an exhibitionistic, blogging slut. At any given time, I maintain several relationships. Each is…

As the plane descends, I wonder.  I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing.  We have never spoken, though we have corresponded extensively.  I have told myself that I’m not traveling just to see her – in…