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The classified courtship continues
Read moreIn which I begin to press against the boundaries that haven’t yet been set.
Morning commute
Read moreAnticipating a sexy morning encounter….
Instructions for a morning commute
Read moreI send you a recording of my voice, speaking these words. You listen to them as you walk, and as we ride the same train, having never met, our eyes locked.
I want what i want (#6,148)
Read moreI want what I want and I want it now.
Ransom
Read moreShe’s holding her pictures hostage, and I’m negotiating with a terrorist.
Meditation on marina
Read moreWhen Marina comes to town, I will use her.
Schedule send
Read moreI want to trick my body into believing that Marina’s cunt ALWAYS belongs to me, even when it manifestly doesn’t.
I’m a dominant male sex blogger
Read moreI am a dominant male sex blogger. I am polite, respectful, and demanding. Get to know me.
Hours
Read moreMarina doesn’t yet understand what it means to suck my cock.
Compliance and its motivations
Read moreMy requests are like gifts – opportunities to please me. Can you receive them that way?
Remembering exes
Read moreThis isn’t at all a summary of the post, but it’s hot, nonetheless: this week, I imagined a world in which V might once again suck my cock.
Clarity
Read moreAttempt to protect me from myself, #3,498.
Generosity and compliance
Read moreCan you give me more than I ask for?
Tips
Read moreI am difficult to please. Doing as I ask is simply not enough.
N gets a sadistic domme
Read moreSadomasochism is a funny thing. Here’s how I mean it: when two people enter into a pact that produces mutual suffering.
Helter skelter
Read moreRollercoasters and relationships.
Strength and safety, dominance and terror
Read moreThe addictive elixir of submission.
Edges: where the action happens
Read moreWhy clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….
I’m sensitive
Read moreI torture myself.
Object permanence and fear of annihilation
Read moreInfantile wounds leave me vulnerable to the annihilating terror of ceasing to exist.