Wanton Wednesday

A belt between your teeth, my tongue between your thighs, and a tap-tap-tap safe signal we both hope you won’t use.

The counterpoint to wisdom, of course, is folly. Here’s some of mine.

A graphic novel about being a john, found on a neighbor’s doorstep — and what it gets right, and wrong, about the humanity of paying for sex.

Liza dreamed I gave her directions on how to fuck D. I’m happy to make dreams come true.

Checking the “bi-curious” box on a swingers site: half the men think you’re going to rape them, the other half wish you would.

Sasha Grey changed everything for me about porn.

Yes, I’ll fuck you. But not before you’ve earned it.

Yoga with L, a perfect instructor, and an overactive imagination.

My origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.

Blindfolded, on her knees, she hadn’t yet seen or tasted or touched my cock. But she could hear how hard I was.