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We’re not at our parents any more. Our bed is (relatively) empty. T: Do you want to put the cat out?N: Oooh, you’re really pulling out all the stops…. … N: You really should spend more time sucking my cock.T:…

T: (moans) I wish the wand didn’t sound so much like a lawnmower. (moans) N: Um, which have you heard more of, since we got the wand? T: Good point. (moans) Put a finger in me? N: Ok. T: (comes)

I don’t often write here about my wife. I have, in the past, written just a tiny bit about her. This is, mostly, in keeping with her preferences. She’s private. She didn’t decide to write a blog – I did.…

Friends of T’s and mine bought me a bottle of Scotch. A really nice bottle of Scotch. Before I say much, know this about my whisky-drinking: I’m a boor. I know what I like, but am not a snob. I…

We men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.

I love how they show off your body. How they cling to your calves, your knees, your thighs. I love how, when you wear them, I see – I can’t not see – the curve of your ass, your hips, your thighs.…

In that way we sometimes do, we sometimes have to, just given the realities of life, we had prenegotiated what our sex would look like that night. “I want you to go down on me when we get home,” T…

There’s a little “open relationship mini-quiz” that’s been making the internet rounds lately. It showed up here, and here. I thought I’d tackle it as well for your reading pleasure. 1. What insight about open relationships do you wish you…

We walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our best. Still…. T looked phenomenal in a striped maxi-dress from American Apparel. I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt,…

T’s ass looks great in denim shorts. But that doesn’t tell you very much about her.