May 2014

An honest, detailed account of my cock — its size, its curve, its virtues, and what I’ve come to understand about all of the above.

The Amazon writes eloquently on what it sounds like when she comes.

The Amazon gives me an awesome blowjob – her mouth is like a warm cave of jello, with soft pillows lining the walls.

The complicated power of two little words I can type but can barely bring myself to say.

She’s tall, toned, and joyously kinky — and our date got me thinking about shame, its absence, and why I need it lurking somewhere nearby for sex to mean anything at all.

Sofia weighs in on the question of whether the orgasms women send me are “real.”

The question isn’t whether the orgasms are real, but whether the sounds are performed — and whether that distinction even matters.

Have women been faking their orgasms for me? I’d never considered it. A snarky new interest has me wondering.

I want to see you in every stage of getting dressed — and I want every stage to remind me you’re mine.

When you send me a picture, you give me a gift. When you send it on Snapchat, you show me a gift — and then take it back.