I recently got some good news – a promise of something really good. The promise extended over a few weeks – long enough for me to worry it might not come to fruition, to avoid counting my proverbial chickens. Today, the chickens arrived, and I counted them. They’re all there. Every last one of them. […]
“I’ve always wanted to be with an older man.” I had asked why she had swiped me on Tinder. She models. She acts. She was in town for just a few days, in between her current home (far far away) and her childhood home (just one far away, but in the opposite direction). “Can we […]
I had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.
Being a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.
What’s going on? I’m seeking – and finding abandonment. And I’m tolerating it.
In the end, Nastya made me feel unimportant. Not exactly undesired, just not prioritized, somehow disrespected. And so I ended things. Or let her end them. I’m not sure which.
An examination of all of the sensations associated with rejected or abandoned. Or imagining I have been.
Why peek-a-boo, and blindfolds, are, or can be, fun. But also why they can be over-stimulating.
The catalogue of disappearing women continues.
Recently, a Tinder woman used me as masturbation fodder. There’s nothing wrong with this, of course, except that she disappeared shortly after she came, she lied about her intentions, and was gone without saying bye. When she left, we had notional plans to meet, and she had promised me very much. I should say, I […]