By Kevin Knowles

There’s this personal ad I’m writing. It’s aimed towards the kink community, rather than OKC/ POF crowd. I do find it a bit embarrassing to be writing an ad; also to have it so detailed, yet at the same time, I’m not really trying. It’s basically looking for an drunken experience which can happen while sober; chicks making out and junk, but without being able to “blame it on the alcohol”.

I really hate Christmas. Sure, somewhere in my jaded alcohol fueled heart I may find some holly jolly. But frankly, unless it allows me to slink away with a bottle of merlot and a pen, I’m generally not interested. This is why, for the fourth Christmas in a row, I find myself sitting alone at the nearest watering hole that keeps its martini’s dry and its boys slutty.

Normally I wouldn’t be so swayed to go out and search for a bit of strange. But, I rather enjoy being around my own kind and Christmas tends to bring out all the damaged and disaffected stoics who share my general disdain for the wretched holiday. You know, the insatiable cynics who can‘t be bothered to muster holiday cheer that isn’t aided by some chemical or another.

Although I’m generally a more of a separatist, I’d much rather congregate with people I have something that share more with me than an unfortunate biological pairing. Plus, I find something very intoxicating about olfactory symphony created by a gin soaked, chain smoking harlot like myself.

Right now, I’m very much enjoying the one created by this racially non-descript supposed twenty-something, who’s really a thirty-something, but he’s cute so I’ll let him have his fantasy. He says his name is Frank, simple enough.

Is there anything the Doctor can't fix? In this unique erotic short story of boy meets girl, we take a look at how a mutual love for a certain time lord and a bit of risk can connect two strangers.

Can they get past the awkward and get to the sexy? Is Hitler still in the cupboard? Who killed the Doctor?

I can't answer that just yet. It would, as they say...

Well, here we are again. I know it's been forever since I gave you a new sex playlist, but I've got a great one for you today.

This is playlist is for what I like to call sunday sex. It's for those days where you want nothing more than to lay in bed, cuddle up, close and intimate. Those moments where sweat is the only thing you'll let come between you and your partner(s).

This playlist is slow and seductive. It melts over your sex and adds silk to your creamy sexy fun. Turn the music and lights down low. Get things swirling.

You can thank me later.