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There’s an inch or two, between a woman’s thigh and her knee, in which she reveals (in which I imagine she reveals) her state of mind when dressing. Did she think of herself as a sexual being? A seductress? Did…

“I’m trying to be less sketchy,” she said, explaining why she didn’t feel she could/should suck my cock in a hotel room procured solely for that purpose just minutes after we met. She certainly didn’t look sketchy: she wore a…

A few readers have asked just how my distant buddy relationships work, what I get out of them, what my distant buddies get. It should be said that, today, I have exactly one ongoing distant buddy. I have a couple…

I hand you the hotel room key. “It’s room 909,” I say. “When you get there, take your clothes off, and lie, spread-eagled, on the bed. Close your eyes, and wait.” You do as I ask. You lie, waiting. Your…

The other day, I wrote about some of my self-destructive impulses, about how, when lonely, I sometimes act (and often feel compelled to act) in ways that simultaneously exacerbate the sense of loneliness and make me feel responsible for that…

Have you experienced an interruption in delivery? Some subscribers have; others, not so much. If you would let me know if you’ve had an issue, either in the comments or by e-mail, that would help. I have two different providers…

For some time, now, I’ve regularly collected images I find hot and posted them on my Tumblr, and put the most recent few such images on this blog, over there, to the right and down…. For a while, I mixed…

There are doms who derive pleasure from bending subs to their will. (And there are submissives who derive pleasure from being so “bent,” from traveling a distance to their doms’ desires, from being compelled to travel that distance by their…

Part 2: Buying a pack Down that vortex, I’ve made whatever compromises with myself I need to cross the threshold, to buy the pack. This part of the process is unpleasant all around. Except for the impending fulfillment. As I…

She sits across from me. She wears yoga pants and a tank top. She’s 25, maybe 30, brunette. No wedding ring. She writes, almost frantically, in a notebook. (Lists, it looks like.) She has a slightly manic look in her…