Polyamory

Life isn’t fair, my grandmother reminded me. In this dissolute life, I’d rather it be interesting.

L’s husband is having second thoughts, and I’m at sixes and sevens.

A 99% match, two thousand miles away, and a hundred-mile drive that better end in more than a meeting.

Sex at Dawn told me what I wanted to hear, which is exactly why I didn’t trust it.

The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex — but we managed.

The holidays have kept us apart too long. Tonight, T and I will fix that — and maybe more.

A cold ruins a perfectly good evening with S and the Dude.

A first date, a hand on a thigh, and a kiss on the street that promised more.

It was quite a year.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.