Tag Archives: hump day
All Cried Out – HumpDay Post
Remember that one guy I used to write about who would fuck me so long and so hard I would go into anabolic shock? Well, he used to also get me as dry as the Mojave. It sounds crazy, but … Continue reading
Bottoms Up – Humpday Post
I believe that everyone has a “go-to” position or cheap/cheat move. It’s the position where once hit, an orgasm is pretty much automatic. Therefore, it’s usually performed at “last-call” before the lights go on and everyone has to go home … Continue reading
Ride the Crimson Tide
It’s Wednesday. If you frequent my blog, then you should already know. For the rest of you, this is the last time I’m warning you to read at your own risk as hump-day discretion is advised. Especially when we’re dealing … Continue reading
The Artist Formally Known As SEX.
One of my most favorite movies growing up was The Labyrinth. The first time I watched it was when I was still in elementary school and visiting family in Jersey. During this trip I watched it so many times I … Continue reading
(In) Between the Sheets.
That moment when it’s getting late, and you’re getting horny from grinding your ass on his crotch all night. The two of you step off the dancefloor, and his hands are wrapped around your waist from the back. He’s whispering … Continue reading
Legs. Gams. Stems.
Have you ever watched Boomerang? If not, know about it. Watching this version of Mike’s Legs video makes me feel like the old man who who saw Strange’s nipple in the commercial. Like I said, know about it. On another … Continue reading
Spoiled.
Sometimes me and my friends play this game. We ask random questions like, “Murder, fuck, or marry?” “Would you rather?” “Have you ever?” or “What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?” I always feel bad answering the last one, because … Continue reading
Blue Lips
A while ago the homie Jeyel asked me what the female version of a “sausage-fest” was, to which I replied without skipping a beat, “A clam bake, duh!” Never mind that I answered the question way too fast, what I … Continue reading
The Morning After
Sunlight through the curtains, shadows between the sheets Glass of water on the windowsill where the Jamie used to be Sex hair, sex there, underwear’s under where? Fuck it baby, I don’t care If I can’t find it. Don’t need … Continue reading
Oh The Places We Go!
I’ve probably just single-handedly tarnished any innocence in the Dr. Seuss legacy by calling this blog that, but it was the first thing that came to mind – SORRY. Anyway, todays post is about the different but practical places I’d … Continue reading


