Every once in a while I’ll write a blog post that seems to touch a nerve. My recent entry about giving head to a man in his seventies opened...

You need to know what I go through, leaving you. There hasn’t been a time you haven’t offered me your shower, after we fuck for hours. I a...

There’s a party going on in the distance. Spotlights flail to the beat of a thudding drum and bass, sending their columns of light criss-cro...

It’s the one day of my week that’s as advertised: morning sun blazing in a sky of deep blue, cabana roofs rippling in a gentle breeze, waves...

The Russian’s skin is warm against mine. Soft. When he pushes against my chest to lower me to his blanket, he does it with such care, such d...