I write about sex a lot. If you have ever really read me this should come as no surprise to you, yet I think it bears mentioning because of the nature of this essay. You see, it may be easy to believe that I have chains and whips and some unfortunate woman strung up on a wheel in my bedroom closet but that is not true. And even though I have my ( Read more... )

Seen a lot of talk about toys today in the various communities and journals I watch. People espousing the joy of toy in pleasure and punishment, personally, and in groups. I've even seen some young ladies say that they use toys exclusively, and I'm baffled. Yes, indeed toys are fantastic, I myself swing a mean magic wand. Toys do come in all ( Read more... )

I dream about you a lot. Not every day a lot, but enough that I know that it is common a lot. The ones I can remember anyway. Not all of the dreams are implicitly sexual, but there is always that element, that undercurrent that at any time it could be.
This last time were were going someplace and you were driving. In the odd way of dreams, all you ( Read more... )

I'm a decent guy. I hold doors for people, I'll give up my seat to someone that needs it, I'll even face jury duty like a concerned citizen.  I am a likable guy that you could take home to mom and could hang out with your dad and watch sports or go fishing. In most regards I am a stand up guy with a decent, reasonable character.
But sometimes I am ( Read more... )