I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

Sometimes, I’m manically, maniacally obsessed. Others, I lead my life more normally. The truth is, I crave things about which to obsess. Sometimes, those are healthy things – planning for our family, shopping (in a needed way), organizing, tidying, reading.…

Courtesy of L:

There’s a little “open relationship mini-quiz” that’s been making the internet rounds lately. It showed up here, and here. I thought I’d tackle it as well for your reading pleasure. 1. What insight about open relationships do you wish you…

I love ’em tiny. Some while back, I wrote about my insane, unquenchable, out-of-the-blue hunger for a redhead. Any redhead. I wrote that I don’t usually crave a type – sometimes I crave sex, and sometimes I crave sex with…

I think I’m letting go of the hope that L and I will return to what we had.  This is for a variety of reasons, chief among them, her husband’s lack of interest in our returning to what we had,…

Muscular, toned, slender.  The ridge of her shinbone shines in the sunlight.  The calf muscle swells out, bulges out, below, luscious, sensual, with a  gentle slope leading down to it.  The shin connects to the ankle, which pops out, a…

L and I haven’t been fucking for a while.  Really, only once this year.  Prognosis for future fucking is bleak, at least for the time being. But we’re good friends, see one another often, and talk more.  Our flirtation/sexy relationship…

They waited, wordlessly.  The line moved slowly, but finally, finally, they were next.  She looked up at him, as if to say, “Are we really going to do this?” He looked down at her, as if to say, “You bet…

Some while ago, I wrote about the perils of being both a good partner, friend, fuck buddy, and a slut. And not just a slut, but an exhibitionistic, blogging slut. At any given time, I maintain several relationships. Each is…