“Have you every fucked in public?” Walking home after last call, that time of early morning when it feels like the world is holding its breath, the silence is magnified, and I always find my mind digging into deep corners it otherwise wouldn’t. “No.” Twilight was soft against the trees, making everything a sort of…
Here we are in London, in a tiny flat with rickety single-paned windows and a shower that barely contains my ample behind. My first day of Eroticon is in the bag (and such a lot of information to process, I must admit). I know I’ve been a bit quiet, with the travel and days off…
We are busy shopping, doing laundry, arranging childcare and pet care, packing, and basically just going a little nuts around the Delaney household as we prepare to leave this Tuesday from Seattle to London. It’s a long trip for us, and it’s been a long time since we took a vacation together. Not only is…
Mr. D has always been somewhat interested in the concept of fucking oneself. Like…if you met yourself in another time or dimension would you want to have sex with yourself? Maybe that is what inspired this week’s image. Over the years, he has loved watching me go down on others and other go down on…
“Get up on your hands and knees.” “Like this?” I inquired. As he guided the camera on its tripod, he asked me, “What would you do with your body if I asked to be ready for me?” I arched my back a bit, and leaned forward some. “No…if I were going to stick my cock…
