Dating

In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.

Being a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.

Am I who I say I am? How could you possibly be sure?

Why does her lipstick match the soles of her shoes?

I got my cock sucked, and a woman I’d never met was unhappy about it.

Why does marital status matter for casual sex? I don’t know, but for some, it DOES. I was so hopeful about this Brazilian beauty….

It was a Tinder date. I wasn’t especially optimistic, and, it turns out, I had good reason not to be especially optimistic. I really should trust my gut.

The motorcycles zooming past, one after another? In this case, they weren’t motorcycles, but buses. And your mouth was on my cock the whole time.

What might a second date look like?

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?