A couple weeks ago, I ended up on an unexpected last-minute trip to Dublin, Ireland (my client literally emailed me on Thursday evening to say “hey, can you be at the airport on Sunday?”). On the way back from Dublin, I spent a week or so in London visiting Eunice, my lovely co-author.

Our novel London Under Veil, about a young British infosec ( Read more... )

In which our hero has alien sex toys scanned for bombs, and urethral sounds confiscated...

Okay, so. I travel a bit, sometimes internationally, and so it was I found myself jetting off to Barcelona for a vacation with the extended polyamorous family a few months back.

I have, as those who follow this blog know, been working for several years on a ( Read more... )

I’ve been talking a bit about my Talespinner lately, so inevitably, as night follows day, that’s prompted people to ask ask, “Your Talespinner? What’s that?” (Like, seriously, I've had dozens of folks on Quora, several emails and PMs, and one Facebook Chat question about this.)

If you’ve been reading my content for any length of time, you know I’m ( Read more... )

Her name was Wendy.

I met her my first year of university in Sarasota, Florida, at a tiny college that is now at war with Ron Desantis called New College. It wasn't my first year of uni-I’d been to two other universities by that point already, and would ultimately end up getting my degree from yet another-but it was my first year there.

She played ( Read more... )

Here we are, nearly two weeks into 2016, a land of promise filled with mistakes yet to be made and nascent errors still unhatched. It is customary, as the calendar ticks over from one arbitrary designation to the next, to look back upon the road traveled and ask questions like "what the hell was that?" and "how in the name of God did I get here ( Read more... )

The day after our nocturnal traipse around London's gristly but sadly amber-free sites-of-historic-horror-cum-tourist-attractions and equally livestock-free Tower Bridge, your humble scribe awoke and, after tea and eggs (marred only by the horrifying sight of seinneann_ceoil's flatmate digging into black pudding with gusto) travelled to the House of Joy, the ( Read more... )

Slinky hex under the English Channel completed, we made our way back to London ( Read more... )

It turns out that you can't actually make a living at staying in a castle with a whole bunch of kinky poly folks and having orgies all the time. Not unless you're, I don't know, Hugh Hefner or something...and to be quite honest, judging from the outside, I think my sex life is probably better than his ( Read more... )

The previous day's exploration around the immediate vicinity of the castle had inspired in some of us a certain wanderlust, which grew inexorably until it eventually became so powerful as to compete with the other variety of lust. So it came to pass that after the morning's kinky sex activities, many of the folks in the castle took it upon ( Read more... )

There are things to do in a Medieval castle located in rural southern France other than orgies, kinky group sex, and strap-on gang-bangs, as hard as that might be to believe ( Read more... )