Suck my cock

Angela wasn’t satisfied with my first answer, so here’s my second attempt: sensation and power.

The memory of the Historian’s mouth on my cock haunts me, and the night ended on a Brooklyn block transformed into the 19th century.

Forgot my wallet, made her pay for everything, collared her at the bar, and lost count of her orgasms at Le Trapeze. Not very dom-ly — except for the parts that were.

I don’t love the words, but I sure love the act. A meditation on the inadequacy of language.

You didn’t listen the first time. You’ll learn.

Can you have too many partners? I say “no.”

A meditation on the near-impossibility of the no-strings blowjob for the average married man.

She was trying to be less sketchy. I was trying to be less sketchy. We met on SeekingArrangement.

Navigating the minefield of CraigsList couples, where clarifying your sexual preferences can earn you a lecture on hetero-normativity from a former burlesque dancer.

My first time at a sex party was a letdown. My most recent time, I arrived in a very different place.