I'd just started my new job (ten years ago) and I was having dinner with my colleagues in...I think it was in Teaneck? Maybe Philly? Whatever. They were the "cool kids" colleagues. The senior staff on location at this event had all gone to some fancy schmancy restaurant and the rest of us "kids" opted… Continue reading Remember the parenthetical (or, talk about the fine print; or, honor all your dimensions)
Apparently I have a superpower: I can ask for what I want with minimal fear. It's not a super power, really. It might be why I'm well-suited for my job (asking people for large sums of money to fund a charitable organization). Here's the trick: I ask for things people pretty much want to give.… Continue reading The Ask: Kinky Edition
Today would have been my sixth wedding anniversary. Those of you who have been following along know the implications of that sentence. Or, rather, you probably think you know. I barely understand the implications of that sentence. On the drive home last night, I realized that where will come a time (approximately two years from… Continue reading In which I win at life
Had a really interesting discussion last night about what an awesome benefit it would be to have designated "aftercare" spaces in public dungeons. Not only would this benefit people who are still coming off the rush of an intense scene, it would also benefit those who find themselves in the socially awkward position of interrupting… Continue reading Fantasy Spaces: Dungeon Aftercare Zone
I have a hard time with the term "brat." Â I also have a hard time observing "brats." I've written about this issue before (on fetlife), but suffice it to say - "Brat" is a trigger for me. But I'm not a pushover. I'm not a door mat. Â And partners in the past have made the… Continue reading A lesser man would have used the word “brat”
When I use the handle to wash out my cunt, I know how much of what I'm rinsing out is the slick wet remainder of every thought of you that crosses my mind.
And so began the little game where he's Peter Parker to the clown's Spiderman. He knows how to summon him. But he's totally not him.
I wanted to fuck him, but I swear it was like his skull kept calling out to me. "Smash me! Smash me!"
The cool air caressed her nipple first, followed by his fingers.
I accepted that he is hard-wired for polyamory and he accepted that I am hard-wired for monogamy(ish).
polyammering 