Fucking, being fucked
Writing about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking,[…]
Read moreWriting about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking,[…]
Read moreDown the busy block from Baruch College – an undergraduate school of CUNY – in a residential neighborhood of no[…]
Read moreThis is New York’s preeminent hourly hotel. Their business is hourly, not daily. Their web site proclaims that they are[…]
Read moreThere’s nothing like an hourly hotel. When you walk into such a place, when you greet a clerk and ask[…]
Read moreIs that what you say? What is it that you say when a non-poly guy, whose wife you’ve been seeing for[…]
Read moreYou already met her once, in Metrazur. But this is when I met her. Her OKCupid profile was tantalizing, marking[…]
Read moreI’ve written before about privacy and secrecy, particularly as regards parenting. I’m once again wondering about it. I hate the[…]
Read moreHer gig as my “secretary” continued for some time. I would instruct her intricately in terms of what to wear.[…]
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