Massage

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….

I’ve had more massages than most humans. This is probably true both of “massages” and of massages. The other day, while I was having a massage (as opposed to a “massage”), I found myself thinking – as I have on…

You thought I was talking about oral sex? You have a dirty mind. No, I’m talking about my head. About how it feels to have it touched, rubbed, massaged. In my early 20s, when I still had hair (or when…

Lately, I’ve been sitting myself in bars, as I’ve written, and seeing what happens. Usually (I’ve probably done it five or six times in recent weeks), nothing happens. I have a drink or two, and leave. But occasionally, something happens.…

If I’m honest, in my moments of greatest pain, loneliness, rejection, perceived abandonment, what I want more than anything isn’t sex. No, it’s sex with someone I’m paying. This was true before I reined in my out-of-control behavior, and it’s…

[With apologies in advance for the slightly advertising-y nature of this post….] Georgia is a friend of mine and a “consciousness coach and relaxation specialist.” She practices something called “Access Consciousness,” a form of bodywork with which I wasn’t previously familiar.…

I’ve written a fair amount about my favorite fantasy and my fondest sexual memory (which together provide all sorts of information as to what Jack Morin, Ph.D. (that’s apparently his name), the author of The Erotic Mind, calls my “core…

This is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…

You can’t read this without having read my backstory – how I came to be here, and where here is, and, in particular, my origin myth. If you’ve read all that, or, failing that, at least this, then you know…

Too much is never enough?