The cities have turned to swamplands; the streets are steam rooms and the subways saunas. In other words, it's August, and the only thing hotter than the weather is the Hooksexup Dating Confessions. The week that was featured orgasms (the wake-the-neighborhood variety), whiskey dick (nothing could wake that bad boy up), and the importance of grammar in dating. Oh yes, and a string of fantasy-related confessions; bring on the caveman sex!

August 21, 2009, 11:42 a.m.
"I know I'm a little old for wet dreams but OOPS! That was awesome!"

August 21, 2009, 09:19 a.m.
"It's been so long since I had an actual, real, unmistakable, fucking ridiculously amazing orgasm that I think I woke up the whole neighborhood. Then I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath or speak, surprised that I was still alive, in one piece, and in my own skin, because I swore I had become something else in that moment."

August 21, 2009, 04:54 a.m.
"I finally charmed (got you super drunk) you into sleeping with me, but now I'm too sleepy (hammered) to have sex (whiskey dick) with you. Great plan brain (penis)!"

August 21, 2009, 12:46 a.m.
"I'm trying to find ways to casually touch you as much as I can. Maybe eventually you'll get the point, and let me touch other things, too."

August 20 2009, 06:13 p.m.
"I lied. It wasn't because I was trying to work things out with my ex. It was because you couldn't spell 'specify.'"

August 20 2009, 06:05 p.m.
"It's widely and socially accepted that men prefer large breasts, so why am I considered shallow for preferring large cocks?"

August 20, 2009, 05:51 p.m.
"I'm not going to contact you, babe, though the temptation to do just that is a constant nagging voice inside of me. I just wish you knew how much I love you, or how much I hope you have the happiness and completeness you weren't able to find with me. This heartache is worthwhile if your smile has come back."