Swinging

A hot night at Le Trapeze. On this evening, I departed from my usual habit of limiting my sexual activity to my date….

You know it – it’s that “optional” comma at the end of a list.  “I went to the bar last night with Jim, John, and Sue.”  It’s that comma between “John” and “and.” There’s not a “correct” answer as to…

There’s a web site called “Seeking Arrangement.”  I mentioned it in passing in this previous post. On the front page of the web site, it defines “the Modern Sugar Daddy”: You are always respectful and generous. You only live once,…

Long before 50 Shades of Grey made Mr. Grey famous the world over (as a dom in a piece of dreck, best I can tell – I haven’t read the book), I was known as Mr. Grey.  Grey, or occasionally…

We all use one another. In my experience, sex is at its best when we’re totally selfish – when we unapologetically pursue our own desires.  I’m not saying sex is best for me when I unapologetically pursue my own desires…

This is just a musing, or perhaps a rant:  we have a profile on SLS (the dominant “swingers” dating site, at least in my city).  Until today, we were both listed as “bi-curious.”  Now, to be clear, I’m straight.  I…

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…

We stood in the back of the crowded bar.  We mused at how this kind of bar – a sort of faux-speakeasy, overflowing with attitude, and with a drinks menu featuring absinthe and autumn fruits and all sorts of other…

How do you relate to boundaries?  Do you stay far away from them?  Run up to them and stop just short?  Dangle a toe over them?  Sneak past them?  Bound past them?  Defy them? For some, they’re sexy; for others,…