2012

After a hiccup (or hiccough, as I prefer to spell it), it seems L and I will shortly be back to our usual tricks. Last night, I drank with her husband, and, suffice it to say, we’re all good. So…

I’m at the bar. You should sit in the corner, on the bench, visible to me….. We will be here for one drink…. We don’t know one another. Yet. Move your bag so I can see your legs. And you…

“I want a leash around my neck.”   This was a confession. She’s not particularly submissive, but neither is she very communicative. She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny. She can count the number of orgasms she’s had with a man.…

Wear a dress that will give me easy access. Play with yourself a few times in the course of the day before we meet, but don’t let yourself cum. I want to smell your fingers when we kiss hello. I…

A feature of living in a big city is the constant barrage of attractive people. Men, women, people of indeterminate gender; business-people, hipsters, artists, students, vagrants, magnates, ladies who lunch, you name it. The beauty is awesome, in the denotative…

Where we draw our lines is so highly variable, and so vitally communicative about who, and how, we are.  Lines that feel vitally important to me feel eminently transparent to others; lines that feel irrelevant, insignificant to me feel desperately…

What does it say about me that I have enormous sympathy for Jeffrey Dahmer?  I mean, seriously:  I identify with him.  He’s a guy who, best I can tell, spent most of his adult life desperately trying – and, for the…

Yesterday, I wrote about what turns me on.  And I could go on forever on that subject. But intellectually, I am more interested in how what turns most people (or more people) on doesn’t resonate for me, and how what…

Someone on Formspring just asked me the question, “What turns you on?” and it got me thinking.  (I don’t know about Formspring.  I joined, because, in the context of my contest with L for viewers, I thought it might be…