There are devotees of The Ethical Slut who are militantly opposed to dishonesty anywhere in or among relationships among the poly world. There’s often a judginess that accompanies this that rubs me wrong. I wrote, almost three years ago, about…

I’m listening as you try to make yourself come while talking to me…. I thought I’d live blog it for you. Your voice is cute. I like hearing you taste your wet finger that you sent me a picture of.…

I had hoped to write a scorching account of a scorching date with Isabel. And I will. But not right now.

We sat in a swanky bar. Isabel looked good enough to eat in her tight black dress and black tights. She looked a little scared as I stared into her eyes and described what I would, shortly, do to her. “I…

She reminds me just a bit of a bird. Tiny, fragile. I imagine I could crush her in my hand. I don’t want to crush her. Some women give off the sense that they can take whatever I might give…