Safety

In which I invite the caring concern of Marina’s friends for her well-being.

Here’s a thing I enjoy about Marina: she is just game for anything. I haven’t heard her, yet, say, “No! I don’t want to do that!” Quite the opposite. Most anything I suggest, she’s up for. She’s been out of…

Sadomasochism is a funny thing. Here’s how I mean it: when two people enter into a pact that produces mutual suffering.

The addictive elixir of submission.

Why clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….

I torture myself.

Infantile wounds leave me vulnerable to the annihilating terror of ceasing to exist.

Come with me on a flight to safety. It will make your cunt ache, and my cock, too.

A couple of times lately, with at least three different women, I’ve noticed an unfortunate feature of the workings of my desire. Even the most perfect compliance can be drowned out in my head by too much enthusiasm. And by…