2013

Is “sex addiction” real? This question obsesses many – clinicians, people who experience themselves as being out of control of their sexual behavior, spouses, partners, friends. But what does the question even mean? This isn’t the first time I’m writing…

They should be everywhere. There’s no woman who doesn’t look hot in a tiny black dress. Ok. Maybe one or two somewhere, but I fucking love them, especially on white women. The contrast of the black with flesh, the way…

Sasha Grey: not the real one, but a woman who is hauntingly reminiscent of her. She has a sweet, innocent conversational air that is in vivid, constant opposition to her insanely hot, sexual self-presentation. I simply can’t look at her…

1. Diamond: Yeah, I still want her. She is almost asexual, she’s tall, she’s big. She isn’t that introspective. She has a boyfriend, and if they’re not monogamous, it’s a big secret from each of them. She’s most definitely not…

When the temperature is above 60 or so Fahrenheit, I have little ability to discern by how much without recourse to a thermometer. When it’s below? I know the temperature within a degree, almost unfailingly. I date this to three…

Her face is pretty, young-looking. Younger than she is (32?), clearly. Her hair is brown. Her glasses, tortoiseshell. She looks a little like a librarian. Her red dress, crapulon, reaches mid-thigh. Mid-pale-creamy-meaty-thigh. She gazes unapoligetically at the hot woman across…

All black. Except her hair, which is brown, straight, shiny, long. Leather jacket – black. Cotton, slinky dress – black. Stockings, with a run behind the left knee, over impossibly shapely legs – black. Leather ankle boots – black.

Up and down I go. I haven’t written much about it, but V and I have been “broken up” for a while. A couple of weeks ago, for a moment, it seemed like we might be back together. But the…

I thrive on it. Ratcheting up the heat, the pressure. Send me something I like. I’ll reward you with a request for more. Send me more, and I’ll reward you with a request for still more. Because that’s just how…

I’ve never been one for the pick-up. It’s not how I’ve ever found sexual partners. I suppose this is mostly a function of the way my confidence works, the way it doesn’t work. I’ve hooked up with friends, with friends…