Nov 242014

We’ve never met.

She hasn’t picked a name yet. I won’t name her unless/until I’ve filled her mouth with my cock.

Tinder is what we have in common.

But in no time, she was filling my inbox with the sounds of her pleasure.

Perhaps one day we’ll meet.

Until then, I have to content myself with her sounds.

(Truth is, I get her images too – I can see how sexy she is, how curvy, how deep brown are her eyes. I can’t. Fucking. Wait.)


I know I did. Do. Hope to more.

Orgasm 1
Orgasm 2
Orgasm 3
Orgasm 4

There have been others, more, in such a short period of time, but I can’t share them with you, because her voice features too prominently in them. I’m sorry.

These all were in the course of about 36 hours.

Nov 222014

She reminds me just a bit of a bird. Tiny, fragile. I imagine I could crush her in my hand.

I don’t want to crush her.

Some women give off the sense that they can take whatever I might give them. Sofia gave me that at a distance. Whatever I asked, she did. Whatever I imagined doing, whatever I asked her to do, she went along with. Although I cared for her, took care of her, and was attentive to her needs, her boundaries, her limits, the truth is… there really weren’t very many. Had I spanked her in person, I know that her ass could have taken whatever I might have rained down on her. Had I choked her, her neck, though delicate, would have withstood my grip.

Other women give off the opposite sense. Isabel is that way.

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Nov 222014

I’ve written about it before. Several times, actually. (Also, here, and here.)

In very short form, it features a gazillion women and me, and nothing but oral, all night long.

I’m pretty sure I want to make it happen one of these days.

What do you think the chances are?

Just saying. Winking smile

Nov 212014

I just posted this “code of conduct” here. For archival purposes, I’m posting it here, as a post, on the blog as well. The page will change over time. This post won’t. It’s intended to show you my starting point.

Assurances I offer:

Data security:
I will do my best to keep anything you send me confidential. I will keep it at least as secure as I keep my own valuable, confidential information. Currently, that means that everything you send sits behind dual-authenticated logins. In other words, to log in to my accounts, one needs my usernames, my passwords, and my cell phone, or one of a small list of random codes that I change regularly. In short, I think it unlikely, but not impossible, that any of my accounts could be hacked. My wife has my logins, and so could, conceivably, see anything you share with me at any time.

A caution/warning: I do NOT promise to delete or destroy information you send me if asked. In the digital life I lead, trying to make stuff disappear, short of deleting entire accounts, is really fucking hard. I tried once to destroy information, and failed dismally. So please understand that a decision to trust me is effectively a decision to trust me forever.

Unless explicitly, expressly authorized by you, in writing – via e-mail, most likely – I will use the material you send me only for my own excitement, titillation, gratification, masturbation, fun, pleasure. If, at any time, you authorize me to use it for some other purpose – to post it, for example, on my blog – I may do so, but your authorization may be revoked at any time. If, after granting me such authorization, you change your mind and revoke that authorization, I will promptly (subject to the constraints of my schedule and my life) remove any requested materials.

My writing about you:
If I write about you, you may choose your name. I will ask you to. You may see anything I write about you in advance of my posting it, other than incidental references to you or allusions to things I’ve previously written. You may request changes in what I’ve written, or that I not write anything at all. I will not publish anything that primarily concerns you, your actions, your body, without your express approval, in advance. (Note: I’ve fucked this up on occasion, and I expect I will again. I’ve never fucked it up intentionally. If I should fuck it up, I apologize in advance, and the next sentence should offer some reassurance.) In the event you don’t like something I’ve written about you on my blog, if you ask me to change it or take it down I almost certainly will. (I can’t think of an instance in which I haven’t, or wouldn’t, but feel the need to hedge, slightly, just to guard against absolutes.)

This “code of conduct” is a work in process, and is subject to constant revision/improvement. I think it unlikely I will remove protections/assurances it offers, and instead, will only add additional such protections/assurances, but that might not be true. I might at some point discover some change I need to make for some reason I can’t anticipate today to a promise or assurance I’ve made, and I reserve the right to do so.

In short? I don’t intend this to be “binding,” but instead, is an attempt to show you how I think about these things.

At some point, after some iteration, maybe I’ll lock it down and commit in a hard and fast way to it, including committing to not revising it. You can help me reach that point by commenting and making suggestions.


Nov 212014

I’m in a position of responsibility and trust. I value this position, treasure it, even. And, I get off on it.

Over the last few years, a number of women have trusted me enough to let me use their bodies in person and virtually, knowing that, at any time, I could write anything I might like about them, that I could post, or distribute, anything they sent me.

And they’ve done much for me. Sucked my cock, allowed me to tie them up, to write on them, pose them for my pleasure. They’ve sent me photos, videos, sound files. They’ve made themselves enormously vulnerable to me, all while never learning my real name.

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Nov 202014

I’d like for you to feel a constant awareness of my hunger for more from you. I’d like for that to be somewhere between a tickle and a gentle tug.

I don’t want it to be overwhelming. I want it to be a comforting, warm presence.

If it becomes more, tell me.

Nov 202014

I had a series of interactions the other day with a lovely, gorgeous young lady on Tinder.

Very quickly, our chat escalated. She was sending me pictures of her gorgeous body, posed precisely as I requested. In a matter of hours, I was familiarized with every part of her. Not just her breasts, ass, thighs, hips, but her eyes, mouth, hair, her entire face. She seemed without modesty.

Best I can tell, she corresponded with me using her full, real name. And her location.

Our interactions were hot, promising. She promised me lots. And then? She was gone, in an instant. Our Tinder conversation disappeared, and the hourly flow of teasing she’d been sending stopped, without so much as a “Sorry – I changed my mind.” She was just gone.

I hate rejection and abandonment. It affects me in a profound, bodily way.

Just saying.

Nov 192014

In “Shame,” Michael Fassbender powerfully depicts the soulless misery of a driven existence.

The other day, I saw a man deep in the throes of this. He stood, leaning against a “down” stairway, his eyes furtively glancing up the stairs to see who would be coming down, what they would be wearing. Women in skirts and dresses got his full attention. I saw his head turn, as if pulled magnetically, whenever a woman between, say, 15 and 55 passed. His expression was unchanging, serious, even intent.

I saw myself in him. It’s not, at all, how I am now. I’m joyous, happy, generous, respectful. For the most part. You know, except when I’m not.

And I was struck by how easy it would be to judge him, to see him as a letch. And how much harder, but better, to see him as a soul.

Nov 182014

I’m hungry.

I want to see your body.

I want you to give me a tour of it, to show me how it looks from every angle.

I want to see your curves, the shapes of your breasts, your hips, your thighs, your calves.

I want subtlety, teasing. Don’t send me crass, crude, close-ups. Look at my Tumblr. Be inspired by the shots there.

You shouldn’t fill the shot, but neither should you be imperceptible in it.

Show me your thighs, your ass, your cleavage, your neck, your eyes. Show me your lips, your tongue, your back. Show me your calves, your hips.

Be dressed, or at least partially dressed. But slide your clothes to the side to give me glimpses of just a little more than most people see when they see you dressed.

And whatever you do, keep them coming.