Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?
I was twelve. My cousin was fourteen. We didn’t see each other that often – maybe a few times a year. But she was hot. Which in retrospect, I suppose, means that she had breasts. And she did: she had a rack. She had bloomed early, and she hadn’t yet had the reduction surgery that […]
“You really are difficult,” Sofia wrote to me. She’s right, of course. We were talking about how I respond to the sensation of being desired.
Rose is game for anything. She sees her role, thankfully, as being my fuck-toy. She will do as I wish, with whom I wish. She will do as I say, dress as I say. It’s lovely to have that in a companion. I had mentioned the possibility of a threesome or foursome to Rose, and […]
Approach, avoid continues, and I’m reminded of Poison – and my reaction to her. Poison, for those who missed her, is the woman who, years ago, set off the reaction that led to my understanding that I’m an addict. When a woman shows interest in me, my body goes into overdrive. Almost inevitably – at […]
I throw around words in highly specific ways in reference to myself, and in recent days, in a couple of different conversations, I’ve realized that I’m not always clear about what I mean. Without any claim to “correctness” or “accuracy” that extends beyond me, here is what I mean when I use certain words: Compulsion: […]