I found a text on my phone, after the Italiano left my room on Saturday, from the Cleveland guy whom I was supposed to meet at the baths. He...

A note from FelchingPisser: Here is the next installment of my time at CLAW. It picks up immediately after I had just gotten off with the ...

So a few of you may have noticed that my blog was offline for an entire day, this week. Actually, a whole hell of a lot of you noticed. I wo...

“I want to remember this moment,” I said. It was late, and dark, and I was sleepy. Hour after hour we’d kissed and licked and touched and ...

“If I were to write a poem about you,” someone said about me not too long ago , “I’d write about the feel of your skin, the smell of you, th...

You guys remember my personal friend FelchingPisser . He's written a couple of guest columns for me before in which he's described s...