I have a new crush. It’s Anna Camp, as Caitlin D’arcy, in “The Good Wife.” She reminds me painfully of V. And makes my cock nearly as hard as V did.
Virtually, and IRL.
I want so much from you. More than anything, I want to possess you. To own you. To own not just your parts, but your pleasure. I want it all for me. I’m jealous that way. (Don’t mistake my profligacy for indifference: that’s not how it works for me. I want it all from you, […]
There are a number of women with whom I’ve interacted who give me the ambivalence I seem to crave. This is an (alphabetical) chronicle of ambivalence. It’s not complete, but it’s indicative both of how I seem to inspire ambivalence, and to court it. The Amazon: You may recall how much I enjoyed her mouth. […]
I do stalk her. In a low-key, unobtrusive, unintrusive way. There are a variety of ways in which I do this, following her on social media, where her presence is, at best, sporadic. I imagine (believe) that she knows I do this, that when she surfaces, she’s sending me a little message, even if it’s […]
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 […]
1. Shit. I forgot my wallet. No credit cards. No ID. No cash. V has to pay for everything. Not very dom-ly. 2. Her text was right. This bar sucks. Her thigh-highs are way too sexy for this place. I should really pinch a nipple of hers. There. That’s better. 3. That’s funny: when I […]
The lead-up was bumpy. It was hot. Then it wasn’t. Then it was again. Our relationship had become three-dimensional. No longer was she simply a toy for my pleasure. She had become a person. A person I like, care about, respect, admire. Aspects of our relationship troubled her, troubled me. For reasons I won’t go […]
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 […]