Musing

Sometimes not fucking someone is the most dominant thing you can do.

There’s generous, open, compliant submission. There’s freely given, but somewhat reluctant, submission. And then there are bratty subs.

The Google searches I wish would lead you to me.

My wife worried I’d get sued. I did some reading. I’m pretty sure I’m fine—but I’d love a first-amendment lawyer to tell me I’m wrong.

Bear with me while I sort out the commenting situation.

The real turn-on isn’t the picture, the movie, the voicemail. It’s knowing you did as I asked.

I’m not submissive, but lately I’ve been curious. A Twitter spat with a right-wing operative got me thinking — and writing — things I’ll never post.

Sex-blogger reindeer games, and a few memes I’m inventing.

Intense Debate is intensely aggravating, and I’m thinking of ditching it — even if it means losing every comment to date.

Craigslist ads, dubious correspondents, and the question of what turns me on about a story that may well be entirely fictional.