There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›

If you could have only seen what happened. I try to tell you.  I try to describe every last detail, to make sure you can hear every sound, to imagine every single move. Sometimes you’re just too far away, sometimes… Read more ›

The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the… Read more ›