For those who care, today this blog passed 10,000 page views. [note: that was wrong – it was more like[…]Read more
Husband, Father, Slut.
This week’s New Yorker has an article by James Wood about Michel Houellebecq, a French writer of some fame who[…]Read more
Go shopping, online. Your quarry: what you would (you will) pack for a weeklong vacation with me, in a warm[…]Read more
I sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your[…]Read more
After a hiccup (or hiccough, as I prefer to spell it), it seems L and I will shortly be back[…]Read more
I’m at the bar. You should sit in the corner, on the bench, visible to me….. We will be here[…]Read more
Wear a dress that will give me easy access. Play with yourself a few times in the course of the[…]Read more