Dating

From time to time, T and I have met people using CraigsList. We have placed a variety of ads, but they span a pretty narrow range, generally communicating a bit about who and how we are, and a bit about…

Ferns, over at Domme Chronicles, recently posted about writing a personal ad. And I was struck by something. Her ad is a particularly well written, comic, standard ad. About two-thirds of the words concern the man she seeks, and about…

My part 2 was light on prurient details. Hers isn’t. Read on…. (and remember, this was her part 1) I walk in front of N. and he tries to direct me to the car. I almost go the wrong way–…

You read part 1 here. We pick up our story with her lying on her stomach, legs spread, ice and hot wax on her ass. I dove in, lapping her cunt ferociously. Let me pause to describe not what we…

You read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on purpose– my little way of having some control before the night begins. Being in the bar settles me into the…

I’ve written about this topic before, at least two times , but now’s a good time, again. One of the odd features of my sexuality, of my psyche, is that I have an insatiable hunger not just for sex, or for…

Now. This most decidedly didn’t happen. This was sort of a “study” for the night that is described beginning here. But it gives you a little insight into how I planned the evening – I wrote this the day of…

This story is long, and there are several parts that already have been posted: My first, second and third parts, and V’s first and second parts. This is the penultimate post. I will have one more – a sort of…

Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences. He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me…

You read my part 1 here. Here’s V’s: I received a text informing me he was late just as I was approaching the bar, and he directed me to look at his blog. Same bar as last time, it was…