2014

Sometimes that’s all there is to say.

Tinder kicked me off, and I’m left with more women than I can handle and less appetite than I’d have predicted.

It’s not what you think. It’s the damned cappuccino.

The subway provides, even when I’m not looking.

Sometimes N goes quiet while the other guy gets busy living. Here’s a chart to prove it.

Polyamory goes mainstream — or at least, mainstream enough for a kids’ show.

Sofia generously offers up her body, and I share it with you. Suggestions welcome.

Nine more days of summer, and I’m running on fumes. I’ll be scarce — or not. You never know with me.

I’m dominant, sure. But really, I’m just a four-year-old who’s big enough to take what he wants — and would prefer not even to have to ask.

Last week, her ass. This week, the rest. And god, do I want to use that mouth.