October 2012

I could use a little help — with both inspiration and orgasms.

Button-fly jeans, black cotton panties, and my hand.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

Privacy is good. Secrecy? That’s my addict doing pushups in the basement.

Forgiveness isn’t something we do. It’s something that happens to us — if we let it.

Two thoughts on forgiveness, redemption, and the possibility of starting over.

I don’t owe those fuckers forgiveness. I don’t owe them shit.

I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone who’d have me as a partner.