May 072014

I owe Angela an apology. I imagined she had fucked “two or six guys” in the time since I was lucky enough to have my fun with her. And I called her a “slut.” The latter, calling her a “slut,” was, truly, intended admiringly, as a compliment. When I use the word, I mean, “a […]

Apr 292014

Almost exactly two years ago (!), I wrote a post on “ethical non-monogamy.” That post resulted in (or was followed by) a series of comments in which, among other things, I was analogized to a Nazi (or, to be precise, my argument was analogized to that of a Nazi), and all of my photos on […]

Mar 132014

Almost two years ago, I wrote about a date I went on with a woman who wouldn’t fuck me because, at the time, T and I were in an explicit, open, honest period of “don’t ask/don’t tell,” and this didn’t meet this woman’s and her husband’s requirements for “ethical behavior and integrity.” She was prepared […]

Mar 042014
What do you like so much about having your cock sucked? Chapter 1

Her head was between my legs, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, the shaft gripped tightly in her hand, when she asked me this. For a moment, I was paralyzed. Was she serious? Was this a real question? But she was. It was. I don’t know if the answer I gave was […]

Feb 242014

Angela likes to give up control. The other night, while she was entertaining clients, she managed to, at my request, slip her panties off and put them in her purse. I know because she sent me a snapshot of her panties in her purse. Later that evening, she came for me. She wasn’t a perfectly […]

Feb 232014
Angela’s second orgasm

The other day, I wrote that orgasms beget orgasms. I’m so happy to be getting a torrent, a flood, of orgasms that I can share with you. I don’t know how it is, why it is, that I’m wired in such a way as to have an insatiable hunger for the female orgasm, for evidence […]

Feb 192014

We’ve only just met once. We’re different, and similar. The tension is mounting. She canceled our first date. Apologized for her “flakiness.” But the truth is, she wasn’t flaky. She was responsible, considerate. (For the most part.) I’m pushing her, hard. Trying not to “pressure” her, but, at the same time, taking her just beyond […]