Musing

Porn gets blowjobs wrong, and I have opinions about how.

Fucking isn’t the point. The sentence is more interesting than the period at the end of it.

What excites me isn’t nudity — it’s the distance between clothed and nude, and the slow, deliberate closing of that distance.

Men have the ability to supercharge a sexual adventure, and they have the ability to shrivel my dick. The psychology of both is more similar than you might think.

I love your breasts the way they are. Please don’t change them.

My cock’s in Mary-Anne’s mouth, but my mind’s on Jeff. What’s that about?

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.

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

What’s hidden is so much hotter than what’s revealed.