What I want, I cannot have. But damn, I can come close. Planning a party. A sex party…..

A word cloud showing the most-used words on this blog.

The challenge of reinventing strip clubs to appeal to today’s patrons.

Do you want to please me?

Sixty-nine with Serena. That’s what.

I walk away in fear.

I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

Serena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.

Serena and I attend Chemistry – NYC’s best sex party – for their “Short shorts and booty T’s” party.