Musing

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.

Getting old is a bitch. Even when it comes to gazing into your wife’s eyes.

Ten more imaginative frameworks for your enthusiastic consideration.

Ten adverbs I’d like applied to my cock.

The sequel no one asked for, but everyone needed.

The list goes on.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

I crave obsession the way others crave peace. Right now, I’m in one of those heightened periods, and the collateral damage is showing.

Five minutes of focused attention on my cock, and what I found there: an ache, a hunger, a chill, and a taxonomy of desire I never knew I had.

A menu of fantasies, for the right mouth.