February 2013

I’ve finally learned not to give my wife a blender on Valentine’s Day.

Tell me what you like. Tell me what you don’t. Just hit the stars — no interaction required.

The encounters all read the same, but they don’t feel the same. That’s a writing problem, not a living problem.

An odd confession for a sex blogger: the sex is the least interesting part.

I could have been Christian Gray, but my sexual awakening and my retirement from suits arrived at the same time.