Desire

I can’t have this fantasy – Margot isn’t available unless I pay. So here are three versions of it anyway.

I reflect on a conversation with Margot about her unrealized fantasy of double penetration and a gangbang, realizing what excites me isn’t the act itself but the trust she’d place in me to keep her safe while curating such an evening — and the gratitude that might follow.

Rethinking an old concept

A candid message to Sydney, distinguishing between my general desire for cunnilingus and my specific desire for her, while framing it carefully to avoid unwelcome intrusion.

Rumi knew something about 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.