FSOG

I’m gonna get a tattoo. Yes I am.

Writing a sex blog as a dominant man can be lonely. Sure, I have lots of sex, and have made good friends through this, but still. I think I’m unique, and I would prefer not to be.

I don’t often write about distant buddies. Sofia, I think, is the only one about whom I’ve written anywhere near extensively (and she’s sui generis). A is a funny one, unlike anyone else I’ve ever known through this blog or otherwise.…

I told L at lunch that T and I were seeing the movie. “Why?!?” she asked. I had read The Hunger Games. I loved the book, and I hated it. I loved the story, but the writing was painful. I…

You don’t think I’m a “Dom”? I don’t give a fuck. Because chances are, you don’t make my dick hard, and I don’t make your pussy wet. So what’s the point?

I’ve been privileged with a sneak preview of FSOG. Check it out, after the jump.

It’s always a bit hard for me to keep in the posting habit during holidays. My daily routine is upended, family is everywhere, and there’s a dearth both of writing time and playing time. Rest assured, there’s been some fun…

If you missed the SNL/Amazon ad for Fifty Shades of Grey, watch it – it’s fucking hysterical.

What is it about Fifty Shades of Grey? I see 5-10 women reading it a day on the subway. My trainer says I should print out cards, either offering my personal services, my URL, or both, and simply drop them…

Long before 50 Shades of Grey made Mr. Grey famous the world over (as a dom in a piece of dreck, best I can tell – I haven’t read the book), I was known as Mr. Grey.  Grey, or occasionally…