Massage

In my moments of greatest pain, what I want isn’t sex — it’s sex I’m paying for. What the fuck is that about?

The massage parlor offers certainty. The bar offers something better, but almost certainly not.

You thought I was talking about oral sex? No — I’m talking about how it feels to have a hot woman shampoo your hair.

I’ve had more massages than most humans – and more “massages,” too. The other day, I found myself wondering why a full-body massage leaves out the most interesting inches.

Boy, am I craving a happy ending. From you….

A chance encounter in a coffee shop with someone I once paid to dress, suck, and fuck — back in a chapter of my life that ended long ago.

The space between wanting and doing, mapped out in real time.

There’s something about a woman’s touch for me. It need not be sexual (but it’s sure nice if it is).

Psychic memory, and your hands on my body.

Some of my thoughts about WHY I want the things I want.