Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs, Self-Discovery

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.

Ethical Nonmonogamy | Polyamory, Love & Relationships

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.

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships

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

Kinkstuff, Loss and Grieving, Love & Relationships, Politics

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

Erotica, Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

What’s next?

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?

Loss and Grieving, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

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)