…brought to you by my campaign to clear my draft folder. If it ever empties, I may have to either a) have more sex, or b) start writing fiction.
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up from the desk to answer it.
He was early. In my eagerness to […]
My lack of proper image for this post makes me cry inside. It’s been weeks, and I am no rubber fetishist, and I am still thinking about those pants on him.
I like to entertain myself with sexual remembrances fantasies in times of boredom. When art modeling, for example, or when on half-empty and freezing […]
I really wanted to call this It’s Always Polite To Fuck The Host.
Actually I really wanted to write about my weekend, but it’s no good sharing hot stories if that could prevent a second chapter. That’s later still.
I rarely post about clients, except in the most general terms: I respect their privacy. None […]
I try hard not to project politics onto sex. My arguments are with real life; sex will always be awkward, unfortunate, or politically incorrect. We don’t get to pick our preferences, after all. If I could pick what turned me on, I would certainly not have chosen BDSM: coming to peace with […]
