This isn’t at all a summary of the post, but it’s hot, nonetheless: this week, I imagined a world in which V might once again suck my cock.

I had high hopes for my date with Isabel. I planned to take her to a sumptuous sex party. Alas, it was not to be….

One of the nice things about having a blog like this is you can (I can) type some drunken thoughts, delay their publication by anywhere from 0-240 hours, and press “publish.”

I haven’t written much recently. Which means I have a lot of thoughts turning over in my head. [But this was from years ago….]

That is all, for the moment.

I had less than an hour. Isabel and I put it to most excellent use.

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

It’d been a while since the last time I fucked Isabel. Life had gotten in the way, for both of us. But on this evening, things conspired to make a date possible. “Do you have any requests?” I asked her.…

Prelude: as I’ve written, I find it (increasingly) hard to write powerfully about sex. I write reasonably well about anticipation, about ideas, but describing who put what where in a way that’s hot is not always easy for me. This…

I sent her this note: Tonight will be relaxing, and exhausting. You will dress for an interview for an office position. You will bring, on your phone (if at all possible), a photo shoot of your choice (a new one,…