Melancholy moanings
I apologize in advance. This post is down, depressed, maudlin. Stop reading here if that’s not your bag.
Read moreThinks I think
I apologize in advance. This post is down, depressed, maudlin. Stop reading here if that’s not your bag.
Read moreFuck. I’m totally obsessed. Over the last couple of days, I’ve somehow gotten it in my head that I simply must fuck[…]
Read moreI’ve never picked anyone up, in a bar, a restaurant, on the street. Except for one waitress in my 20s[…]
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 Last week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to[…]
Read moreWarning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I[…]
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 Well, even before that…. I love how you look. I love how your clothes draw my eyes between your legs.[…]
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 I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s[…]
Read moreThe other day, I wrote, almost as an aside, that when a woman is sucking my cock, I don’t want[…]
Read moreI just finished my second reading of Can Love Last: The Fate of Romance Over Time, by Stephen Mitchell. It’s a[…]
Read moreMost of you have never ventured over to Google+, and many don’t even know what it is. Relax – if[…]
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