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Sometimes, bossing people around gets exhausting. Sometimes, you just want to kneel.

L and I are starting a contest to see whose blog does better — metrics, prizes, punishments, the whole deal. She’s worried I’ll kick her ass. I’m still figuring out the prizes.

Sex at Dawn told me what I wanted to hear, which is exactly why I didn’t trust it.

She wasn’t much to look at, but her mouth ruined me for everyone else.

A evening out, planned in detail — for someone I won’t be joining.

A resolution I somehow left off the list.

The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex — but we managed.

The holidays have kept us apart too long. Tonight, T and I will fix that — and maybe more.

An infinite line of women, infinite stamina, and not a single act of intercourse. It’s my fantasy — I’m allowed to be selfish.

Seven sexual wishes for the new year — some more likely than others.