Musing

You read part 1 here. We pick up our story with her lying on her stomach, legs spread, ice and hot wax on her ass. I dove in, lapping her cunt ferociously. Let me pause to describe not what we…

I’m unnervingly talented at engineering the rejection I claim to fear most.

The encounters all read the same, but they don’t feel the same. That’s a writing problem, not a living problem.

An odd confession for a sex blogger: the sex is the least interesting part.

I could have been Christian Gray, but my sexual awakening and my retirement from suits arrived at the same time.

I was ashamed of the wrong things, and I lied without knowing I was lying.

We’re different, he and I. First off, he’s super-hot. I’m cute. But I’m not as tall, as ripped, as quietly confident, as sadly sexy. But second of all, he’s deeply unhappy. T and I are in Season 3 of “Mad…

A handy guide.

I don’t just want you. I want you to want everything I want, for me — and to keep up as I ask for more.

When my wife and I gaze into one another’s eyes, we have to each pull back six inches or so to bring the other into focus. If you’re over forty, you know what I’m talking about.