2014

The Amazon says goodbye, and tells me about the man who owns her pussy.

The things I want from the women in my life are remarkably consistent, and that consistency can feel, to each of them, like a diminishment.

A woman at a conference, chewing gum, selling to dentists’ offices, in linen pants that hug her slightly big but unquestionably delicious ass.

A correspondent’s questionnaire, and my answers. Without explanation.

Hy and I bring you two more sex bloggers worth reading: Sinclair Sexsmith and Girl With a One Track Mind.

The unsexy truth about how I schedule sex.

Luna scares me — she’s too hot, too smart, too snarky, and my desire for her is so visceral it makes me stupid and vulnerable in ways I don’t write about well.

Now you can let me hear you come without even telling me your name.

I meet, and prepare to use, Luna.

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.