2013

Shortly after I started this blog, I tried to promote it a bit on Google+, the community that Google had hoped would be its rival to Facebook (but which, apart from inspiring a pretty devoted, but small, following, hasn’t taken…

I used to imagine that there was a simple explanation. To anything. To everything. I imagined, for example, that there was a simple explanation for my out-of-control sexual behavior. I thought someone (my shrink?) could just tell it to me,…

Asses Jeans Skirts Shorts Yoga shorts Shorts and stockings together Legs Bare legs Leggings Legs in patterned, textured stockings Feet Heels Flats

Shoulders Clavicles Cleavage Tank tops T-shirts Glimpses of bras Necklaces in cleavage Glimpses of panties

Ooh, the thoughts I’m having!

I have a couple of superpowers. One, apparently, is empathy. On the day of the Boston Marathon, I felt the pain and loss of those who were killed or injured, or whose loved ones were, intensely, almost bodily. And as…

1. With your tongue, only. 2. With your lips, only. 3. Only the underside. 4. Only the head. 5. Without a sound. 6. Ferociously loudly. 7. Slobberingly. 8. Hands behind your back. 9. Hands cuffed. 10. With a friend.

Quietly, you sleep. My hard cock, against your thigh. Suck my cock now. Please?