Yes. My knees shake and get weak and quiver and click and straighten and bend and kneel and and and… But it’s all to get to you. Maybe you should soothe them with silliness rather than making me do it… Read more ›

I try to make you shake your stick every week. I know I do in my own way whenever we get together. That is just one of the millions of reasons I dig being with you. Hopefully this archive will… Read more ›

Who’s making who the fool? I love the nighttime.  I want to be awake for more of it.  Or at least aware of the best parts of it. Things get quieter.  The dark feels cozy.  I’m more attentive.  At least… 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 ›

Kentucky is the saddest state.  Or so says the Centers for Disease Control. But you’d never know it by listening to Bubbles in the Think Tank.  Oh, we are definitely prone to a bout of melancholy on occasion or even… Read more ›