February 2014

In a hotel elevator, I told Graziella I hate writing about sex — and then, of course, I went ahead and wrote about the sex.

I bought my wife sexy boots. She wore them for me. I responded like an enormous doofus.

Sofia lives thousands of miles away, sends me more than my imagination could conjure, and does whatever I ask, smiling. Here she is.

If I had my way, I’d take an oral sex break a few times a day. Intercourse, though, is rarely something I desire until someone’s been licking or sucking for quite a while.