More often than not, when people avoid telling their partner something they know should tell them because they're worried it might cause a fight or a breakup, there's a chance their partner will consider it cheating.
An exploration of my “demisexuality”
She’s right there, asking me “But what If I do have sex with someone else and I end up feeling awful about it? What if I get my heart broken or my ego bruised? What if it makes me so emotional that it scares them off ‘cause now I’m crying and I can’t explain why? What if they feel used because this all turns out to prove that I’m not polyamorous and I can’t do it?”
Are you punishing your partner for disappointing you, and is it worth it when it works to get you what you want?
How's Lady Macbeth going to handle it when this tactic turns her into the villain?
Experiencing “top space” through hedonism
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.
The exchange rate for exclusivity: A potentially divisive opinion
As a monoamorous person who has dated a handful of polyamorous partners over the last four years, I am happy to say that I have never had to increase or reduce the number of people I have wanted to be in a relationship with to make any partner happy.
Satisfyer Pro 2: A Review
Some time ago, there was a post about sex toys and the conversation turned to some gizmo that was making waves (of the orgasmic caliber) a few hours south of here. Now, back in the day, I used to write sex toy reviews for AVN under a different pseudonym, and I'd NEVER had any experience… Continue reading Satisfyer Pro 2: A Review
Ninety Three Seconds
...maybe it's something I always do, the counting.
The ol’ switcheroo
"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
He'd been driving at least an hour to get to my house. He'd told me before he left that he'd want a shower upon arrival, so I responded that I'd wait to take mine with him. He also usually wanted a drink, and sometimes a smoke. And at some point, we were going to have… Continue reading What’s next?
Can you help me? (Or: Why I’ll never allow a television in my bedroom again)
It's not surprising that he's crept into my thoughts more during the past week. I learned how to Christmas with him in my life. Doesn't help that google likes to remind me what happened "on this day" X years ago. Anything more than 3 years usually includes memories of the time that my label was… Continue reading Can you help me? (Or: Why I’ll never allow a television in my bedroom again)