Gentle dom seeks sub for playful relationship.  No pain, humiliation.  Just sensual good times. She wrote back an hour after the ad was posted.  She was, she said, 21, brunette, buxom.  She sent an unimaginably hot picture.  Exotic-looking, olive-skinned, long…

Fleshbot just published “Distant Rendezvous.”  They previously had linked to “She Kneels Before Me.”  I like it when Fleshbot links here.  They run a great web site, and introduce lots of people to stuff they wouldn’t otherwise see.  So if…

I have written a bit, and will write more, about my experiences in the land of paid sex.  In this post, though, I’m not going to write about my experiences, or about that land – I’m going to write about…

Back in the day, I was a habitual denizen of massage parlors.  Not the kind where you go to get a massage, alas – the kind where you go to get a happy ending, a “rub-and-tug” joint. In this post,…

A couple of folks have asked for a little… clarity… about who I am, how I come to be here writing this, and about the cast of characters. My strong inclination isn’t to go too far down that road –…

For those who care, today this blog passed 10,000 page views.  [note:  that was wrong – it was more like 18,000 – I misread my stats.  Oh well.]  That sounds like more than it is, but still.  I think I’ll…

Someone found this blog today by googling “palmistry signs polyamory.” I just tried that. After five screens of somewhat interesting, but non-mydissolutelife, stuff, I gave up. How, exactly, does this search stuff work? And just for your edification, here are…

This week’s New Yorker has an article by James Wood about Michel Houellebecq, a French writer of some fame who often writes about, among other things, sex.  I won’t recapitulate, or even respond to, the article here, except to say…

Go shopping, online. Your quarry: what you would (you will) pack for a weeklong vacation with me, in a warm clime.  You should identify everything you plan to pack.Clothes: casual, fancy dress. Bathing suits, clothes, footwear, you name it. Everything,…

I sit in the bar, waiting.  It’s dark.  The piano player is in his cups.  My phone vibrates with your text:  “I’m at the airport. Be there shortly.” I told you what to wear (a tiny black dress, heels, thigh-highs,…