Special

I’m good at many things. My fingers are talented. My tongue is talented. Serena collected all that. I’m not, however, very mechanical.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I’ve written about this topic before, at least two times , but now’s a good time, again. One of the odd features of my sexuality, of my psyche, is that I have an insatiable hunger not just for sex, or for…

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…

One of the challenges of being the sort of slut that I am – that is, an honest and exhibitionistic slut – lies in the ease with which a partner can come to feel un-special. There is a fundamental misapprehension…