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Two very hot photos of my wife, and the question of what to do with them.

Things are shifting in my life, and it’s leaking out sideways — as envy, as hostility, as unfortunate e-mails sent to the wrong people.

We don’t know what we want nearly as well as we think we do.

A tour through my greatest hits — heavy on pussy-licking, as it turns out.

They don’t turn me on — but I understand them better than you might think.

Even the name is smug — and wrong.

I love the idea of real people having real sex for my viewing pleasure, but this site makes it nearly impossible to enjoy.

Too much sun, not enough words.

Google Hangouts, Starbucks, and the impossible question of where she should point the camera.

I like to say “please” the third time.