2013

Thanks to V for this:

I love eating pussy. There’s little I prefer in the world. So why is it so hard for me to imagine that someone could really, truly enjoy giving me head as much as I love giving it? I’ll happily spend…

I enviously have been, um, appreciating the photos of breasts my fellow dissolute, Hyacinth’s readers have been sending her. And I confess, my first reaction was one of envy: I want all those women to send me their breasts. But…

Click here. Hat tip to a nameless friend for showing me this bit of funniness.

You sit, feet from me. You know just how hot you look. You are self-conscious – not insecure, just perfectly aware of every move of your body, how it affects me. You calculate every move you make. You brush a…

Some years ago, a voicemail that Alec Baldwin left for his daughter was made public. At the time, I wasn’t impressed. Parents lose their tempers all the time. So do kids. And we all say things that, later, we come…

Yeah, so…. I want to fuck you. That’s pretty much where I am right now. Wanting to fuck you. In a bed, against a wall, over a table. I want to fuck you.

My good friend, Liza, who has a plethora of blogs (with the lovely Livia Writes) and Tumblrs and Twitter accounts (I’ve lost count, honestly) asked, on Twitter, “Q for kinky friends: what’s it like when you fall into a rut…

What don’t you like about this blog, ? Does it load too slowly? Is the layout distracting? Is the organization confusing? What about the topics? Do I not write about things you’d like to hear more about? Write too much…

A wise reader, and good friend, suggested my writing could stand some reduction, that I use big words and end up being unclear. She’s smart, and I’m sure she’s right. She gave me a challenge: If I ever feel the…