Musing

After years of D/s relationships, my presumptuous and demanding habits are causing missteps as I start dating older, more experienced women.

I want/need a sub/slave/assistant to help manage the increasing volume of my work and writing. And, my cock.

For years, my dating life was defined by dominance and submission. Now, I’m experimenting with dating women who aren’t arriving with that expectation—this has not been my world, really, ever. I’ve already had a couple of missteps. With these grown-ass women? I’ve been presumptuous, demanding, and narcissistic.

Dreams, dreams, dreams…. They tell a lot about me. But nothing I (you?) don’t already know.

Just what is it I’m scared of? Same old same old…. Shame. Abandonment. Loss.

Exploring a newfound pegging fantasy just a bit.

I’m shocked – SHOCKED – to discover that I find the idea of fucking a woman while being pegged super hot – and even MORE super-interesting.

An appreciation for the thrill of being tossed around like a rag doll.

I’m not as honest with you as I used to be.

I’ve been writing a lot, but I’m finding it hard to process that writing into posts for you to read.