I can barely talk when it’s happening sometimes. I might manage to get a little squeak out but ,if I somehow manage more, there’s no guarantee I’ll get out what I want to say, the way I want to say… Read more ›

Thanks for voting for me every single week. I’m a dark horse, canvassing you until you’ve been completely covered in my handbills. A baby kisser from way back, I only want to nominate you to be my running mate.  You… Read more ›

The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the… Read more ›