Narcissism

Every time a woman sends me a photo, my heart leaps – and I stop believing there’s something wrong with me.

Nobody’s reading this anymore – or if they are, it’s through a chatbot. I miss the traffic spikes more than I want to admit.

I’m producing more work than ever thanks to AI, but I’m overwhelmed by unfinished drafts, a sense of online obsolescence, and my own mortality.

After years of D/s relationships, my presumptuous and demanding habits are causing missteps as I start dating older, more experienced women.

I write a blog, and have done for over a decade, so, naturally, I’m filled with narcissism.

Is this the best male sex blog? I genuinely believe it is.

In which I get an e-mail from one of my favorite ever porn stars….

I misbehaved. Unintentionally. And had a collision with Tamora’s sensitivities.

I am, according to Tamora, a narcissistic asshat. :-/

Why don’t more people read this blog?