Desire

Most of what I want can be boiled down to the feelings associated with transient states, to impermanent, short-lived sensation.

The shortest post I’ve written, and maybe the most honest.

I want something. And something I don’t.

You can’t ever get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find… you get what you need. And I need.

A sex addict meditates on the five hindrances. Guess which one predominates.

I loiter on her block, phone in hand, one eye on the screen and one on the passers-by, hoping for something I’ve agreed not to pursue.

Sometimes all I want is to be hard — not to connect, not to come, but to counter a deadness deep within me with the undeniable sensation of being alive.

My body responds before my mind does, but thankfully, my mind wins every time — and it’s not virtue, it’s something deeper and darker that keeps me honest.

What gets me hard isn’t your body — it’s knowing you need me to do what I’m about to do to it.

A sexy reader asks me about desire and arousal, and I have some thoughts.