Strip clubs

I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.”  I did it here, and here, and here.  I’ve been writing a bit about “firsts,” and this is an attempt at re-telling a bit of my story, in greater detail than…

Yesterday, I wrote about pussies – today, I write about breasts.  I like them.  I like them big, I like them small.  Perky, saggy, big aureolae, small ones, inverted nipples, eraser nipples – you name it, I like it.  With…

Although we weren’t young when we married, it was as if we were.  We loved each other truly, madly, deeply, and we satisfied the requisite two of the three possible requirements for a satisfying marriage:  we made each other think…

Liza and I have been trading writing assignments.  I gave her “jealousy,” and she handled it winningly (I recommend reading her thoughts on it).  She gave me “cheating”:  “I’m curious about your history with cheating–only on T, or was it…

I just want you to like me. I’ve written before about the relationship between my desire to be seen, not to be judged, and to be desired and approved affirmatively. I was talking with L about this blog, about my hunger…

The possibilities are endless. Do I want to use her mercilessly, wear her out, send her home weak and sore?  Or do I want to be kind, gentle, giving – send her home weak, satisfied, and spent? To challenge her…

Yesterday, I wrote about what turns me on.  And I could go on forever on that subject. But intellectually, I am more interested in how what turns most people (or more people) on doesn’t resonate for me, and how what…