I’m lying in a stupor in the Puppy’s single bed. Outside it’s a frosty day—the sort of morning in which grass crunches underfoot and people ...

The Puppy greets me at the door wearing the Christmas gift I’d given him: a black wrestling singlet, edged in red. The spandex pulls tightly...

As I told the pup who gave it to me, when I wear my gift to a fuck, I'll make sure to turn it so that my cocksuckers can read the engrav...

I’m sometimes amazed how something that can seem so insurmountable, so impossible, so very difficult, can turn out to be the easiest thing i...