Nothing compares to your clench as your body arches when I lick you, two fingers within. * Nothing compares to the croak that marks your arrival as your world stops, and you fall. * Nothing compares to the pulses that course through you spreading joy from my touch. * Nothing compares to the taste of inside you on lips, tongue, and my fingers. * Nothing compares to the peace that surrounds you as you lie loved, and complet...

I was in Leeds where Rachel, a good friend of mine, arranges informal writing days for academics to get together and spend time on writing papers and books, away from email, knocks on the office door, and general administrative crap. It’s like an island of calm and creativity, respite from the endlessly choppy sea of incessant noise and petty tasks. I was there with Amira to try and make some progress on an article that s...

Sick of the cold, wet, and endless darkness of England in winter and the low-key seasonal affective disorder that came with it, Q and I booked a last-minute, mid-January holiday. We were open to going anywhere as long as it was asap, there was sunshine, and it was affordable. Mallorca, leaving tomorrow? Check. Small hotel with a pool, outside the main tourist spots? Check. It was a late-night flight, and after the taxi dr...