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There was a birthday to be celebrated. There was a cake, and candles. After round one of fucking, the cake was brought out, the song was sung. It was explained that, for her birthday, earlier that day, the birthday girl…

I like women. A lot. Maybe too much. I like seeing them, discovering them, talking to them, getting to know them, looking at them, touching them, feeling them touch me, using them sexually, giving them pleasure, taking pleasure from them.…

I hope you’re enjoying yourself. I am! In recent days, I’ve gone whitewater rafting, done a zip line/ropes course, and had a ton of (awesome) family time. Next up – a trip across the pond for two weeks. My postings…

I pulled my boxers on, leaped over the ottoman between Bill and Ginny and the bed, walked past Ofri and Michelle, fucking away, into the living room. There, I saw Moshe and Shuli, a Hasidic couple. Were they the same…

Some years ago, before I had ever had sanctioned sex outside our marriage, I visited The F Club in London. We were, at the time, planning our first visit to a sex club or party (I don’t now remember if…

I don’t often write here about my wife. I have, in the past, written just a tiny bit about her. This is, mostly, in keeping with her preferences. She’s private. She didn’t decide to write a blog – I did.…

If you’ve been paying attention, and you know me (and you have, and you do), you may have noticed a certain… intensity… and bitterness in some recent posts. A level of negativity that’s a little out of character for me.…

Ferns, over at Domme Chronicles, recently posted about writing a personal ad. And I was struck by something. Her ad is a particularly well written, comic, standard ad. About two-thirds of the words concern the man she seeks, and about…

I was just tooling around my stats, and I thought you might be interested to see the pages and posts that have been most popular. The first list is posts only – just individual blog posts. The second list includes…

[a post inspired by recent events, about which more anon] They don’t turn me on. Not pictures of them, or the prospect of attending one. Many men worry that our desire is so great, so powerful, that it will overwhelm…