Fucking – the act

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

Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.

I’ve written before that fucking isn’t my primary sexual activity, that I’ll take oral any day. I’ve also written that one of the challenges with me for fucking is the intrinsically aggressive nature of it, that my domination is, by…

I love ’em tiny. Some while back, I wrote about my insane, unquenchable, out-of-the-blue hunger for a redhead. Any redhead. I wrote that I don’t usually crave a type – sometimes I crave sex, and sometimes I crave sex with…

Mark O’Brien was a survivor of polio. In his late 30s, paralyzed from the neck down, but with sensation, nonetheless, he resolved to experience intercourse. “The Sessions” is the story of his sexual – and romantic – awakening, first with…

I’ve never been a fan of the quickie. I don’t know that I ever actually had a quickie before this. And I’ve been replaying the whole thing in my head since that fuck. My usual way may be rough, or…

Writing about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking, how far I’ve traveled since then.  (The Historian has just sent me her contemporaneous notes from the time referenced in this…