We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked like it was going to be just the two of us, alone with the instructor. The instructor was one of…

You may remember L. Although our lives bring us into frequent contact, both with one another and with one another’s spouses, we haven’t fucked since January. This is a problem. It’s a problem for each of us, though each in…

Thanks, Dan Savage, for contributing this word (and not just Santorum) to our language. L is working through her shit.  She and her husband are on a road that’s not the same one T and I are on, that doesn’t…

Well, who knows about endings? Last night, L and I had a date scheduled – our first date since our resumption of regularly scheduled programming.  It’s funny how these things work:  that was three weeks ago, and since then, our…

The possibilities are endless. Do I want to use her mercilessly, wear her out, send her home weak and sore?  Or do I want to be kind, gentle, giving – send her home weak, satisfied, and spent? To challenge her…

Dear L: Your incandescent ass looked funny – I had never seen it not naked – but your strong, silky underwear refused to yield, even when soaking wet, tight over your cunt.  “This is goofy,” you thought. But then, my…

Trifecta inspired me earlier this weekend to write this post. It also inspired L to challenge me. This three-sentence story specifically is about L and me: Her hair was wet, her body still soapy, when he entered the shower.When he…

After a hiccup (or hiccough, as I prefer to spell it), it seems L and I will shortly be back to our usual tricks. Last night, I drank with her husband, and, suffice it to say, we’re all good. So…

I’m at the bar. You should sit in the corner, on the bench, visible to me….. We will be here for one drink…. We don’t know one another. Yet. Move your bag so I can see your legs. And you…

I’m sad. I’ve lost something I really value, with someone I really care about. Is it made harder or easier by the fact that it’s involuntary, that neither of us wants it to stop? I’m not sure. Her husband needs…