“Thank you Nick for taking me out of my comfort zone and making me feel completely comfortable. That was fun.” – Isabel
“Had I not met you I never would have had the chance to explore parts of myself that I never knew existed. It’s been a win win. Or perhaps I knew somehow that they existed but never thought I could set them free.” Thank you, Isabel.
Isabel is shy. Whenever we meet, she’s anxious. Anxious she’ll be seen by someone she knows. Anxious someone will overhear as I tell her that I can’t wait to feel her mouth on my cock. Anxious, to be honest, that someone will know what we’re up to. On this particular evening, an unseasonably chilly evening, […]
At its peak, I imagined that my fantasy night would feature me and eight or ten women. I had candidates. Most of them, I’d been with before, but there were a few who would be new to me. There was Rose, Isabel, the Rockette, Tamora, and Sadie, among women about whom you could have read […]
I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel? L? Luna? Maxie? P? Penelope? The Rockette? Rose? Sadie? Sofia?!? Tamora? Veronique? You? (Those names – including yours – are in alphabetical order, lest you imagine you discern some other rationale….) In my fantasy, it’s […]
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 […]
I’m listening as you try to make yourself come while talking to me…. I thought I’d live blog it for you. Your voice is cute. I like hearing you taste your wet finger that you sent me a picture of. And, hearing that you put it back inside. I like knowing that there’s one finger […]