May 2013

10) We have secrets we need to expose to sunlight while preserving some anonymity. 9) We’re exhibitionists who get off on revealing in public what usually is private.* 8) We’re attention whores.* 7) Writing about (our) sex gets us hard,…

Hyacinth wrote an excellent post recently on the challenges of writing a sex blog and living a life – keeping the blog secret from the people from whom it’s supposed to be secret, telling those you want to tell, and…

White lab coat. Narrow black plastic glasses. Shiny, straight black hair. She looks Korean. She reads over lunch. Her skirt is so short. I’m ten feet from her. Her black boots reach just below her knees. Where am I supposed to look when she…

I don’t know exactly how the hack worked, but someone, somehow, managed to infect my site with their code such that my posts seem to have included a link to some spammy web site of late. I think I’ve cleared/cleaned it up,…

Thanks, Dumb Domme, for calling to my attention that I been hacked. For a while, now, it seems, my RSS feed (and I don’t know, maybe my posts themselves on the site) have featured misleading links to some spammy, scammy…

Oh my God. Exquisite compliance. “More. I want more.” This is what I think. This is what I always think. I want to see more, to imagine more. Fucking isn’t at all what is in my mind. What I’m thinking…

My wife reminds me –  it’s a tradition!

Sit before me. Spread your legs. A little wider, please. Now lift your skirt up. Higher. Higher. Higher. Spread your legs still further. Touch yourself. Again. Again. Again. Now. Purr for me.

There was a time when I thought that I was hard-wired to push any woman away, to demand so much that a woman inevitably would run for the hills. And I think I was, pursuing women who would respond to…

She was Nebraskan, corn-fed. Taller than I, bigger than I. We were seventeen, neighbors in our dorm our first year of college. There was no chemistry between us. Though she was hot, in her way, she was just too big…