Year
2013
398 posts
Ten ways i want to lick your pussy
Read more1. Slowly2. Quickly3. Gently4. Roughly5. Softly6. Forcefully7. Loudly8. Silently9. Sloppily10. Ravenously
Hot and cold – her side of the story (part 1)
Read moreYou read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on purpose– my little way of having some control before the night begins. Being in the bar settles me into the…
My quest for rejection, my discomfort with acceptance
Read moreIf you’ve spent a lot of time in therapy (or maybe just if you pay attention to yourself a lot), you’re familiar with the following phenomenon: the situations, relationships, behaviors, which you tell yourself you most want to avoid, you…
Hot and cold
Read moreI walked in, and looked around. She wasn’t at the bar. Of course not. She’d be in the back, where, once we were together, I could slide my fingers into her pussy unnoticed. I walked past the bar, and sure…
Valentine’s day
Read moreFor years I bought T the equivalent of kitchen appliances as Valentine’s Day gifts. No more! I just had a great time doing a little shopping, with a little more to go. Yum. (And if you read this, T, no,…
Ratings
Read moreIn my eternal, narcissistic quest to learn what you (readers) like, what you don’t like, I’m trying a new plug-in on the blog that lets you “rate” everything – posts, comments. I would really appreciate it if you (especially regular…
Writing about sex (take 2)
Read moreI just wrote about how I don’t really like writing about sex. But this isn’t exactly right. Many of my posts about sex are in two or more parts – part 1 typically covers the part of the evening that…
Writing about sex
Read moreI don’t really like writing about sex. This may be an odd confession, for a writer of a self-styled “sex blog,” but it’s true: I don’t like writing about sex. Honestly, what is there to say? There are so many…
Happy sunday
Read moreThe clothes make the man
Read moreOnce upon a time, I wore a suit to work. Every day. That was before. I hated it. I felt like the suit was a part of the elaborate drag that my work world required of me, and I resented…