Quickies

A farewell to a great restaurant, and the story of a memorable visit to its men’s room.

Sex-blogger reindeer games, and a few memes I’m inventing.

Twenty minutes. Go.

A twelve-minute, wordless fuck.

I’ve never been a fan of the quickie — but I’m learning.

Please stay hard, please stay hard, please stay hard.

I’ve never picked anyone up on the street. But I think it would be fun.

Google Analytics tells me what you read, where you come from, and where you go when you leave. The results are revealing — and, honestly, a little flattering.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.