The first of my three metamours joined me for some cocktails and a chat for this Very Special Episode of Polyammering.
"Bear down on it," he ordered. I was naked and collared, on my hands and knees at the foot of the four-poster bed, around the leg of which he'd used a thigh harness to strap a large, purple phallus at the exact height required for my impalement. Just kidding. I'm not telling that story yet.… Continue reading The ol’ switcheroo
Last night I went to the movies with a 69 year old activist, feminist woman whom I met through my local Democratic club. She's been protesting since the 1960s, her son served on active duty in the Army in Iraq, and she'd suggested we go see Loving at the cheap theater near her house. I… Continue reading Thoughts on “morality”
When he got to the part where he was talking about how the bride was born to be submissive to her husband...my eyebrow was raised so high I think I might have earned airline mileage points.