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 ...

I confess: during sex, I’m guilty of imagining how my adventures will translate to prose. Now, there’s a significant part of my brain duri...

Next week, I’ll be turning 52. (If you’d like to celebrate with me, why not pick out a gift from my Amazon wish list ?) And you know what? I...

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...

Not too long ago I was telling a friend of mine the reasons why I was no longer attending a semi-regular group sex session held at a motel l...