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Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.

She does as I ask. And then she says the thing that makes a tentative dom go weak in the knees.

The deliciousness of anticipation — and its fragility.

My hand lifts you by your crotch; my other hand pushes you down. You hinge forward at the hips, ready for whatever may come next.

Just like that, she's evaporated. My wife, you see, has seen pictures of her (because she sent them to me, to an account I had told her my wife reads).  She wanted to see pictures of my wife in return.…

Thursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can conjure almost instantly by imagining the possibilities. Here’s what I’m thinking: 1) Straightforward, traditional hotel-room romp.2) Give her the reins –…

A thousand miles away, she said good morning.

They want to fuck my wife, but not me. I didn’t take it well.

Literally. We have never met. I begin many days by asking her to send me a picture. Left to her own devices, she would send crude, nude, spread shots. I’ve taught her to see the beauty in (or trained her…

The common cold cockblocks me, and Monday feels like an eternity.