Musing

Instructions on how to be my good girl.

After a conversation with Sofia, I was bitten by a mosquito, and I thought about what the itch felt like. It felt like a useful metaphor.

The catalogue of disappearing women continues.

Upon examination, my anger almost always dissolves into fear.

I like thinking about the ways chokers and collars are differ. As far as I’m concerned, chokers are MUCH sexier.

I’m on all the major dating sites. They’re all a mammoth waste of time. Tinder’s the only one that reliably connects me to interesting people. But read more….

I think, finally, I understand the basic rules of cricket.

I love pussy, but when it comes to porn, or to erotic images you might send me? I want something left to my imagination.

Time, time, time….

I wonder what it’d be like to have sex with a blind woman.