Musing

Masturbation is to sex as a candy bar is to dinner.

Some days I’m just horny — not in the old, addicted, craving-the-whole-dark-package way, but in the plain old healthy, no-relief-in-sight way.

Girl on the Net busts some myths about strip clubs. I bust them differently.

Tell me what you want me to do with them.

When you’re paying, you can never quite know what’s real — and neither, it turns out, can she.

Yes, it was prostitution. I just don’t find that word particularly useful.

I prefer the purity of one-way oral, but 69 has its charms — not least, the loss of control.

I didn’t haggle. I said no.

More on the quest for a mutually beneficial arrangement — and a friend’s surprising cameo.

Not all relapses are created equal. Some cost you an hour and a difficult conversation; others cost you your life.