Musing

Time, time, time….

I wonder what it’d be like to have sex with a blind woman.

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.

I know a creepy amount about my readers.

Somehow, when I see a wedding or engagement ring on an attractive woman, I make a lot of assumptions about her.

I don’t think it’s a mark of optimism to have a glass that’s only half full. Mine isn’t.

A somewhat detailed description of how I get myself off. And, a picture of my cock. (A first!)

American media embarrass me.

I’ve been reading about desire, since I haven’t been feeling much of it lately.

Misogyny isn’t the issue. Men’s honor is. Sadly.