2015

If my cock isn’t hard, I start to wonder if I’m still alive.

Thirty minutes, no internet, and too many options. This is not a humble brag — it’s a genuine crisis.

Three words that contain a whole fantasy.

Can it really be that polyamory sits exactly halfway between cowboy and missionary on the religiousness scale?

You don’t think I’m a “Dom”? I don’t give a fuck. Because chances are, you don’t make my dick hard, and I don’t make your pussy wet. So what’s the point?

Two women I barely knew talked about me behind my back. No one did anything wrong, but it left me feeling exposed and a little sick.

The scent of trouble, then and now.

She’s young, she’s pretty, she’s compliant but not perfectly so, and I need her mouth on my cock — but there are complications.

The title is misleading. Or is it?

Emily lives far away, but she sent me four pictures in a black dress and boyshorts. Not enough, and not quite what I asked for — but that last shot of her ass made the teasing almost bearable.