I see him first from a distance, against the sunny morning horizon—short and rounded among spear-like trunks shooting toward the sky. Back a...

Yesterday I wrote about one of the French professors I bedded in college. With a little bit of pride I should point out that he was not the ...

At the little southern college I attended, he was the most senior of the French faculty, yet I never heard him speak the language. He was a ...

Dear Bottoms of the World, You know I love you guys. I love your round butts, furry or smooth. I love the way you bend over and look back ...

Gentle readers, I'm still a little bit down from the events of the weekend. Judging from the website statistics of the past couple of ...

We've had a bit of a sad weekend in the Breeder's household, as one of our pets was taken ill and had to be put to sleep, Saturday. ...

One of the questions I used to get with frequency—though I haven't received it lately, for some reason—had to do with my blog's vera...