Some things are best worked out in private, even by a guy with a sex blog.

L’s husband is having second thoughts, and I’m at sixes and sevens.

L concedes our contest, but not without first turning my Twitter feed into porn set in an Applebee’s.

I catfished Craigslist to win a bet with L. It worked, sort of.

L is losing our contest, and the terms need adjusting — but either way, she should be punished.

L and I are starting a contest to see whose blog does better — metrics, prizes, punishments, the whole deal. She’s worried I’ll kick her ass. I’m still figuring out the prizes.

Elven pajamas, boxer briefs, and the flu.

L sent me an elf-pajama crotch shot. Merry Christmas.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.

L has started a blog, and I’m even more compelled to write.