Blindfolds

A detailed set of instructions for an afternoon together.

A different kind of lazy Sunday.

A hotel room, a pillowcase, a tie, a belt, and a dress that doesn’t survive the evening.

The counterpoint to wisdom, of course, is folly. Here’s some of mine.

Blindfolded, on her knees, she hadn’t yet seen or tasted or touched my cock. But she could hear how hard I was.

So many ways to spend an evening together. The hard part is choosing.

I’m not submissive, but lately I’ve been curious. A Twitter spat with a right-wing operative got me thinking — and writing — things I’ll never post.

When all you can do is feel, everything I do becomes a surprise.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.

She asked me to humiliate her, to hurt her. I did my best, against a window, high above a construction site.