2017

Most of my posts aren’t posted in real time. I do this for a variety of reasons. But this post is, in fact, in real time. It’s, right now, 6:30 pm where I am, on New Year’s Eve, and I…

A reader recently suggested I consider therapy. This is a ridiculous suggestion. Not because I don’t “need therapy” – I do. But because I am, in fact, one of the world’s largest consumers of therapy. Here’s a graph, showing Americans’…

I’m a man of simple tastes.

I recently got some good news – a promise of something really good. The promise extended over a few weeks – long enough for me to worry it might not come to fruition, to avoid counting my proverbial chickens. Today,…

“I’ve always wanted to be with an older man.” I had asked why she had swiped me on Tinder. She models. She acts. She was in town for just a few days, in between her current home (far far away)…

In which I continue to use my date with Svetlana to explore my likes and dislikes.

My first date with Svetlana, after which i parse the difference between wanting to please me and wanting me to get what I want.

You hateful fuck.

Recently, I found myself imagining, for the better part of two hours, your mouth on my cock. The perfect way your head responds to my guidance – whether gentle or firm. The way your tongue swirls and presses on all…

To the person to my left, at least, “M.O.” stands for “main objective.”