I owe Angela an apology. I imagined she had fucked “two or six guys” in the time since I was lucky enough to have my fun with her. And I called her a “slut.” The latter, calling her a “slut,”…

Almost exactly two years ago (!), I wrote a post on “ethical non-monogamy.” That post resulted in (or was followed by) a series of comments in which, among other things, I was analogized to a Nazi (or, to be precise,…

Angela pointed out that while I described some things I like about blowjobs in this post, I didn’t, to her mind, answer her question: “N, what do you like so much about having your cock sucked?” Having written at length…

Almost two years ago, I wrote about a date I went on with a woman who wouldn’t fuck me because, at the time, T and I were in an explicit, open, honest period of “don’t ask/don’t tell,” and this didn’t…

Her head was between my legs, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, the shaft gripped tightly in her hand, when she asked me this. For a moment, I was paralyzed. Was she serious? Was this a real…

Angela likes to give up control. The other night, while she was entertaining clients, she managed to, at my request, slip her panties off and put them in her purse. I know because she sent me a snapshot of her…

The other day, I wrote that orgasms beget orgasms. I’m so happy to be getting a torrent, a flood, of orgasms that I can share with you. I don’t know how it is, why it is, that I’m wired in…

We’ve only just met once. We’re different, and similar. The tension is mounting. She canceled our first date. Apologized for her “flakiness.” But the truth is, she wasn’t flaky. She was responsible, considerate. (For the most part.) I’m pushing her,…