Cape Cock, Part 2

So, as we said last time, something is going on with Cape Cod and I.  Cape Cod, she of the 250 miles away and the daily nudy pics, is not my usual pursuit.  Usual pursuit is pronounced ‘bloh-ing lohds’, by the way.  Perhaps I’m craving something different with her, something I dare not attempt to… Read more

Cape Cock, Part 1

Why have a pen pal when you can have a pen fuck buddy?  You do remember Cape Cod, don’t you? Cape Cod and I started texting and we found out we had a lot in common beyond just texting: Sexting. Did I mention her Jersey roots yet?  Well, she even came to visit family in… Read more


Even my oneitis has oneitis. This may have been mentioned before.  Oneitis, aka fuckmylife-itis.  Beta males in rehab sometimes regress on their journey to becoming an alpha male. It all started here:   I chew on that last part quite often. This is the text that I sent to an ex, Pearl, who had rejected… Read more