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The lead-up was bumpy. It was hot. Then it wasn’t. Then it was again. Our relationship had become three-dimensional. No longer was she simply a toy for my pleasure. She had become a person. A person I like, care about,…

There’s lots to write, all sorts of fun, hot stuff, but I’m just not in the mood. A wise writer I know once suggested that when I don’t want to write, the thing to do is to write about that…

It’s so fucking hot. Imagining you, waiting for me. Dressed for me. Naked for me. Exposed for me. Open for my use. For my taking. Knowing, precisely, what will happen. Knowing that you exist for no reason other than to…

Tiny. Asian. Super cute. An engineer. Too much to drink. Too friendly. I hope she made it home safe.

Your mouth is wet. Warm. They belong together. Don’t you think?

That is all.

I don’t really like either of the four-letter words in the title of this post. Which is a shame, given how much I enjoy having my cock sucked. (See here, and here, and here, and here, and here, and here,…

Hunger Oral sex is eating. I go down on you because I’m hungry. I want to devour you, to taste you. I’m hungry for you. Yes, I suppose, I’m hungry for your pleasure (see below). But when it’s best, when…

Lately, I’ve been sitting myself in bars, as I’ve written, and seeing what happens. Usually (I’ve probably done it five or six times in recent weeks), nothing happens. I have a drink or two, and leave. But occasionally, something happens.…

There are two basic principles I find it helpful to bear in mind in relationships: first, relationships are co-constructions of two people. If there are aspects of a relationship that make me unhappy, it’s almost always more productive for me…