Fucking

I reflect on my lack of passionate, spontaneous sex and the losses inherent in any particular sexual configuration.

A mid-afternoon encounter with Saya. Including fucking!

I’m working on my fucking game. Seriously. I want this. I need this….

A night of fucking with tiny Serena.

If you’re me, in 2024, the only kind of fuck is a surprise fuck.

Turns out, there’s a term for me – not a top, not a bottom, but a side – as I prefer not intercourse, but outercourse.

I don’t really like fucking – I wish I did, but I don’t.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

In which I think a bit about my relationship to the act of fucking.

Charlotte asked me to write about what it’s like to fuck her. I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind….