January 2013

Ten adverbs I’d like applied to my cock.

Véronique tells her side of the story. The differences are as fun as the similarities.

The sequel no one asked for, but everyone needed.

Véronique tells her side of our second evening together.

The list goes on.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

A friend offers his own high-concept swinging fantasy — structured, verbal, and escalating, like a dinner party designed by a very literate pervert.

I crave obsession the way others crave peace. Right now, I’m in one of those heightened periods, and the collateral damage is showing.

Rocky Horror, construction workers, a blindfold, rope cuffs, and a very polite request.

Five minutes of focused attention on my cock, and what I found there: an ache, a hunger, a chill, and a taxonomy of desire I never knew I had.