I'm like a fine red wine.Getting richer, deeper, more palatable as I get older.And yetI'm left, unopened,on display for all to see.So damned desirable, nobody wants to swallow me.But stillI'd rather be a cheap red wine, taken and enjoyed...

What is itthat drives youinto the deep dark cornersof dimly lit hotel roomswhere sultry sounds echothrough paper walls?Penetrating soundsthat pound, pound, poundlike heavy hammers undergroundas you watch mewatch megoing down…watch me going down on him,stroking, strokingyour little stem.What pulls...

You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...