It’s one of those ugly blots on a Monday morning, waking up to find hate comments on my blog. Everything readers submit gets shunted into a ...

I’m horny and I’m angry. I don’t like it. I’m horny enough that my dick’s had a mind of its own all morning. It’s the last full day of my v...

You are exceptionally handsome, Sir . My attention perks up at the message. Whose ego wouldn’t respond to such outlandish flattery? The adv...

I’m face down, sprawled diagonally across a double-sized mattress, listening for footsteps and hearing nothing louder than the refrigerator’...

Autumn 1985 Babyface , they call me. All the grad students in the English department have picked up on the moniker. “Hey, babyface,” they’ll...

One of the ironies of COVID is that our extended isolated downtime has forced me to confront the traumas of a pandemic that came before. In...