Tag: sex

I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part III.

[Part 3 of a series. You should read Part 1 and Part 2 first.] “What’s the matter?” Vince feigned, as Jer stumbled into the room clutching a little piece of white paper and a torn white envelope. “You look awful.”…

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The “Gay Gene.”

Is there a “gay gene”? Does it really matter? So, we were having one of those Facebook face-offs the other day, about homosexuality, and the issue of a “gay gene” came up. For us heterosexuals in the discussion, it was…

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Is it Peace or is it Prozac? Notes from a well-medicated life.

I found taking Tadalafil to be something like accepting entrée into the senior citizen’s menu. Like many people, when I first qualified for it I was offended. Then, when I realized that I could get something I hadn’t seen since I was 17, I embraced it whole-heartedly and became like the rest of the geezers who are all like, “Is ‘Pigs in a Blanket’ on the ‘Honored Guest’ menu?” because with Cialis, the answer is always, “Yes, sir, it sure is.”

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Sex Gets Better with Age I: Learning to Pack Lighter

I suppose that I had should say something about what I mean by “better” in terms of sex getting better. By “better” I mean sex that is more comfortable, more satisfying, more exciting, and more fulfilling. I mean the “laying-on-the-bed-with-slitty-eyes-incapable-of-saying-anything-but, ‘Whoa … Babe …’ every-few-minutes-while-recovering” kind of sex, sex so good that you feel like you should high five after it, sex that needs no excuses but demands a recap and a cigarette, sex where the sex you crave is the sex you have rather than the sex you only imagine.

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I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part V. Epilogue.

[The end to the story told in “I Did a Bad, Bad, Thing” Part 1, 2, 3, and 4] Ray raced past the study carrel where I was sitting in the library before making a screeching halt and coming back.…

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