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Julia Sweeney has “The Talk.”

Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Each is tiny – not one over 5’2”. Their mouths exist solely for my pleasure. Their bodies exist solely for my pleasure. They are devoted to me. And I, to them. [Look it up. 33 of them!]

You do not speak unless I tell you to. You do not move, unless I tell you to. You are my toy. You exist for my pleasure, whatever that entails. Your body is a collection of holes for me to…

Right around the time that I started blogging, I discovered “Always Each Other,” a relentlessly hot, tremendously written blog by a woman who called herself “Liza.” Her story was interesting, a refraction of my own: she and her husband had…

Black felt hat. Black hair. Black fur collar on a black wool coat. Bright green eyes. Pale clear skin. Sharply angled, narrow nose. Tight grey cotton minidress, covered by her coat, clinging to her pale thighs. Her thighs – thick,…

Monogamous people don’t often have the experience of being rejected by new interests. This is a particularly comfortable, appealing aspect of monogamy, but I’m not convinced it’s “better.” The other night, a hottie from whom I hoped to collect a…

Jane’s Guide, a web site that reviews porn sites, blogs, and the like, has a policy: they don’t review sex blogs that are less than a year old. This makes sense – the vast majority of sex blogs disappear oh-so-quickly,…

I’m a rat on crack. When you give me what I ask, I press the bar again: give me more. When you do as I say, I press the bar, again: do it again.

Am I the only man lucky enough to be able to commute to the soundtrack of orgasms provided for me? I hope not. (I hope so.)

There’s something miraculous about them. The top lip is almost non-existent at the edges – it grows from the space just beyond her dimpled cheek from nothing to a full, dark, fleshy, wet, glistening, crease at the middle, and then,…