June 2012

I’ve been thinking about guilt.  (I often do – it’s an interesting subject to me.) What is guilt? When I say, “I feel guilty about how I treated her,” what do I mean? Do I mean, “If I had it…

This blog has some things in common with The Honest Courtesan – it’s erudite and thoughtful, and features a fair amount of “meta” writing – writing about writing about sex, etc. It’s got a wide variety of things – straight-up…

This blog is the second in a series of those I recommend to you. This one is in some ways the polar opposite of the one I recommended yesterday, the Honest Courtesan. Where the Honest Courtesan is a cerebral, serious,…

Over the next stretch of time, one thing I hope to do is to share with you some blogs that I find especially interesting, thought-provoking, or whatever.  You’ve read me rave about Liza a gazillion times – if, by now,…

How does an otherwise honorable person lie? And not a little white lie, but the kind of major, character-defining lie that any of us who is, or has been, a cheating piece of shit (CPOS), has told the people we…

The other day, I watched. Today, I want to be lazy, to relax. But differently. I want you to tie me up. My arms, tied to the bed. My legs, spread, my ankles, cuffed. Movement should be impossible. I want…

You are one of my gurus. Probably, the one who has influenced me most. And I’m a guy with some real gurus. You are great, give great sex and relationship advice, and write great books (The Kid may well be…

Thick, black, silken hair, two or three inches above my head. Brown eyes,a tiny nose stud. A wide forehead, high cheekbones, asiatic eyes. Narrow cheeks descending into a pointy chin. A tiny mouth, puckered, decorated with gloss. Denim jacket, covering…

What is it about burlesque that I don’t like? I know I’m supposed to like it. It’s what we intelligent, feminist, sex-positive people are supposed to want our stripping ladies (and gents) to look like, to do. The gradual, oh-so-artful,…

I want to drink in your body. To see you move, walk, bend, sit, lie. To watch as the curves of your flesh press against the fabric you wear. I want to see you make the transition in your day,…