2012

She wrote this for me, and I’m not allowed to tell you who she is.

A late-night conversation that didn’t end nearly soon enough.

I saw her, and I couldn’t not look.

Sex is best when we use one another ruthlessly, and that’s precisely why it’s so hard with the people we love most.

She told me she wouldn’t fuck me. I told her to take it back. We’ve recovered nicely.

Liza dreamed I gave her directions on how to fuck D. I’m happy to make dreams come true.

She wanted the offer, not the items on offer.

A meditation on one of my favorite body parts.

Lilly delivers another orgasm for our listening pleasure — and throws in a visual tease for good measure.

She rejected my choreography, and I was grateful. Then I pushed her against a roll-down gate and listened to my cock instead of my brain.