Desire

I grapple with pervasive sadness about aging, beauty, and desire.

Intrusive thoughts on a massage table.

I look better than I ever have. And no one (relatively speaking) wants to suck my cock!

The workings of my sexual response cycle.

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

I use dominance and submission to achieve an elusive sense of safety.

I’m hungry. And more than what you feed me, or how often, what matters is HOW you feed me.

Why clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….

It is a safe bet that if you are exciting me, turning me on, making my cock hard, you are not alone.

Won’t you help me be hungry?