August 2015

A woman on the street wants to know my pornographic preferences. I’m not sure I ever understood what she was after.

I want so much from you. More than anything, I want to possess you.

Cricket came hard, and ended up in the hospital. My cock never even made it out of my trousers.

Chryssie Hynde said something dumb about something dumb she did, and I wish she’d said it better.

Isabel auditions for the job. I’m pretty sure she’s hired, but I might need a callback interview.

My cock is small. This used to torment me, but now I write about it on the internet, which turns out to be a pretty effective cure.

I told her the night would be relaxing, and exhausting. It was both.

A chance encounter in a coffee shop with someone I once paid to dress, suck, and fuck — back in a chapter of my life that ended long ago.

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….

Pretty much any polling data on orgasms is interesting. Isn’t it?