2012

Illness, recovery, and the slow return of desire — for sex, for writing, for being myself.

Under the weather. Back soon.

Honestly, I could listen to this shit all day long.

C discovered my blog, read everything, and then started sending me her orgasms. The first one takes a while, but it’s worth the wait.

Wet hair, rubber boots, and dishevelment, generally.

P is spreadsheeting her orgasms for me, and every time she updates a cell, I get an e-mail. So. Fucking. Hot.

In which I decide that maybe, just maybe, taking non-consensual photos of people might be problematic. Thanks to the thoughtful comments of readers of this blog.

A list of things I like looking at when it’s warm out.

The game is tied, and nobody’s biting.

Dangerous Lilly came on the side of the road, and I get to share it with you.