Nov 202013
Thoughts on what feels good (getting vs. having #3,245)

Over the last couple of years, I’ve had two connections – with L and with V – that have been unlike anything previous in my life. (The relationship I had with the Historian was similar, structurally, though it was shorter, less intense, less comprehensive.) These were connections with women who submitted to me gleefully, who […]

Oct 242013

Up and down I go. I haven’t written much about it, but V and I have been “broken up” for a while. A couple of weeks ago, for a moment, it seemed like we might be back together. But the problems that drove us apart (about which I’ll write more in a post to come […]

Oct 032013

Does anyone want? I’m so meta in everything, I never do something so straightforward as want-ing. When I want, there are multiple components to what I’m doing. I’m anticipating, I’m “self-ing,” defining myself with respect to what it is I want, and I’m aching for the meaning around the object, person, activity I desire, for […]

Sep 182013

When I see a hot woman with a great ass in tight black leggings, what I think is not explicitly sexual. I don’t imagine bending her over and fucking her (although, for sure, I would enjoy doing so). I don’t imagine her sucking my cock, or even revealing herself to me, performing for me, submitting […]

Jun 162013

She’s hot. Long, brunette hair. And a long, black-and-white-horizontally-striped maxi-dress. It’s tight, cotton, clingy, form-fitting. Her curves are almost violent. Underneath, I can see, she’s wearing a bikini. She’s with several hot friends, the others just in bikinis. Why is it that what’s hidden is so much more… hot… than what’s revealed? I can see her […]

May 302013
Paeans and want, or, life in the big city

Who needs a car? I love that travel here necessarily involves intimate contact with hundreds, thousands. For many, this overwhelms, For me, it enraptures. This morning, a woman – taller than I’m usually drawn to – walked before me. Her long legs were muscular, toned, and a short red cotton dress hung on her. She […]