She is. I’m married to her. Have been for quite some time now. We’ve been through the wars. Hell, I put us through the wars. (Though sometimes I wonder if this is the right construction, if it’s ever right in the context of a marriage to blame one person for anything – I have a […]
Recently, I wrote about how I wanted to choke her. Now, since choking doesn’t seem to be on the imminent agenda, I want images of her body. I want her ass, especially. There’s something about the zone that begins at her navel and stretches down to the middle of her thighs that’s endlessly compelling to […]
I’ve been quiet, because I’ve been busy. Sometimes life demands that I put a slightly lower priority on feeding this particular beast, and the last stretch of time has been like that. Here are a few tidbits of what’s been occupying the parts of my mind I most often write about here: How amazing my […]
I’ve written about it. I want it to happen. A sea of women sucking my cock, me, licking their pussies. Playing with themselves, licking one another. Fingering, licking, sucking all over the place. Everyone, dressed (and undressed) as I instruct. Are you in? (No, seriously. Are you in?)
Direct talk: If you want something from me, please ask me. If you’re annoyed with me, please tell me. If you want me to stop doing something, please tell me. If you want me to keep doing something, please tell me. Honestly: I respond really, really well to direct communication. (And conversely? There is […]
to feel your throat yield as my thumb and forefinger – and the webbing between them – press into it. I want to hear that lovely combination of moan and gasp as your breath is momentarily, just a little shockingly, constrained. I want to know that, though we remain dressed, your pussy has just gotten […]
Her hair is reddish orange. Her eyes are brown, with enough flecks of orange to match her hair. Her face is pale, and has fewer freckles than you might expect, given just how red her hair is. Her lips – thin – are perpetually lifted on her right side, just a little pursed. She’s very […]
I’ve said it before: I don’t really like writing sex. The truth is, the actual sensual part of sex, the part where you suck my cock, where I lick your cunt, where I s-l-i-d-e my cock slowly into you, where I pound it into you, isn’t, at all, the most interesting part to me. The […]
There are devotees of The Ethical Slut who are militantly opposed to dishonesty anywhere in or among relationships among the poly world. There’s often a judginess that accompanies this that rubs me wrong. I wrote, almost three years ago, about a date I’d gone on with a woman who wouldn’t fuck me because, at the […]
Meticulously dressed. Black leather heel boots – four inches, with silver buckles and clasps, and waxy, firm laces, tight around the toes, enticingly loose at the ankles. Opaque black tights over shapely calves. They stretch up, high. I never learn if she’s wearing a skirt, or dress. But I see the very tops of her […]