Feb 112015
Fantasies about my fantasy

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 […]

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 […]

Jan 192012
Writing about sex from a distance

The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two years ago now).  I recall everything she writes vividly, but still, it’s jarring to read it in her words – both because her perspective at the time was not mine (her frustration at my complete […]

Jan 192012

She thought about it.  She decided to come.  It would be two nights and a day-and-a-half.  The deal was, she would relax by the pool, enjoy the weather (it was May – still cool up north, much warmer in South Beach), and be available to service me at a moment’s notice.  In exchange for which, […]

Jan 182012
Meet the Historian

You already met her once, in Metrazur.  But this is when I met her. Her OKCupid profile was tantalizing, marking her as hot, sexually adventurous, and oh-so-smart. Her reading list was dotted with French theorists. Her writing was elegant, careful, communicative. Her wrist was visibly tattooed in the pictures. Her answers to questions suggested she […]

Jan 072012
Metrazur, RIP

It was a terrific restaurant in a spectacular location – New York’s Grand Central Terminal, on a terrace overlooking the grand main waiting room. They had delicious shellfish and an ambiance that couldn’t be beat (as compared to their competitor forty feet below, The Oyster Bar, which had – and still has – great shellfish, […]