Florida Agenda

BY JUSTIN JONES   So there you are, sitting in front of your computer with your jeans around your ankles, your underwear at your thighs, one hand on a mouse pad, and the other on your 21st digit. The laptop’s bluish glow is the only source of light in your bedroom: it illuminates the soaking [...]

By JUSTIN JONES   Some say he was born on a shooting star. Others swear that he descended from a midnight moon. There are those who tell stories of him arriving on a summertime snowflake. A few insist that he just popped into existence out of a cloud of glitter. But no matter how he [...]

By JUSTIN JONES   I like being choked. A little. My experience tells me this isn’t an uncommon want. Before you get your panties in a bunch, I’m not talking erotic asphyxia. At least not what comes to mind when you hear the term “erotic asphyxia”—I don’t enjoy being strangled to the point of passing [...]

By JUSTIN JONES There he is, standing at the bar, looking at you with gorgeous, promising eyes. You like him. His lips are full, his features masculine. He looks like he’s a passionate lover, like he’ll throw you around a little, degrade you in a way that turns you on. He’ll call you a name [...]

By JUSTIN JONES [anonymous]: hi cutie. [justin]:  hey there. [anonymous]: ure really cute. wanna come over? [justin]: sry, i dont really hookup. [Deleted Message]: Unfortunately a user blocked you before you had the opportunity to read the message they sent you. Ah, the familiar Grindr tri-tone. It precedes the most profound questions, like “what r u into?” and “u clean?”—questions [...]

By JUSTIN JONES Pants first. No. Shoes first. Then belt. Then pants. Clothes off. My heart is too loud. Too fast. Shirt next. Kissing. Lots of kissing. Passionate. Intense. Lip biting, face grabbing. Things move too fast around us. Room spins. The television is on. I don’t care. I can’t hear it. I hear and [...]