N. Likes

T: (moans) I wish the wand didn’t sound so much like a lawnmower. (moans) N: Um, which have you heard more of, since we got the wand? T: Good point. (moans) Put a finger in me? N: Ok. T: (comes)

This will be how I seduce women. I know – hot, right?

I’d like for you to come for me. Not (necessarily) to think of me while you touch your clit with your fingers, while you slide fingers into yourself. Or to do it in any way differently than you would if…

She doesn’t look cheap. Even the thigh-high fishnets, the tops of which are intermittently visible as she walks, have a surprisingly classy feel, under the innocent gingham minidress she wears. It’s tight, but not too tight, inviting a glance, not…

Can you have too many partners? I say “no.”

I like legs.

Does anyone want? I’m so meta in everything, I never do something so straightforward as want-ing. When I want, there are multiple components to what I’m doing. I’m anticipating, I’m “self-ing,” defining myself with respect to what it is I…

Is it presumptuous of me to imagine what happens next? To imagine that, as I walk toward you, unbuckling my belt, our eyes locked on one another, you would lick your lips involuntarily? To imagine that, as I approached you,…

You go to kiss me. I push your head down, not meeting your lips. “Kneel,” I say. It’s not a request. You do. “What do you want?” I ask. You’re silent. You look down. “Look up at me.” A beat…

I just went back and re-read some of the posts in the “My Story” section of this blog. If you haven’t read those posts, you really should, just because they do a pretty comprehensive, if not exactly linear, job of…