N. Likes

A scavenger hunt, of sorts, beginning at Grand Central and ending in Room 1402.

Elven pajamas, boxer briefs, and the flu.

A cold ruins a perfectly good evening with S and the Dude.

A first date, a hand on a thigh, and a kiss on the street that promised more.

L sent me an elf-pajama crotch shot. Merry Christmas.

A last-minute gift idea that caught my eye.

Some sex toys are easier to hide than others.

It was quite a year.

As a kid, I snooped everywhere. Now that my son’s reaching snooping age, I’m thinking about what he’ll find.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.