The Lawyer’s queen-size bed is just big enough for a classic spread-eagle. He uses ties, men’s ties, with the tie knots and all. Windsors, I think. One time he had an aluminum rod to my thighs, and I broke the one on my right ankle. I wasn’t crying then, but I remember […]
I took all my sex toys home when my dungeon closed.
I’ve never been much of a sex toy person. I like cock, and I’m cheap and lazy. Still, for novelty purposes, I dropped them at the not-yet-pseudonymous man’s house (who we will henceforth call the Lawyer). I kept us up until 6am cooing and […]
It all started because I couldn’t wait for him to get off the computer. My attempts to distract him from a standing position weren’t working, so I slid down between his legs and knelt there, nibbling playfully at his cock through the jeans. He made a low growl in his throat and leaned down […]
I’m a stubborn sleeper. I do not like being awakened for sex. My mandate is to return to sleep as expeditiously as possible.
One ex and I coined a rule for night-time sex: if he could make me do it, he was welcome to it. Often I’d wake to his hand between my […]
The Artist’s tied arms are around my neck as I ride. I’ve put my glasses back on so I can see him, but they keep slipping down my nose.
I hate to encourage the myth that men need to fuck for hours. (It’s a peeve of mine, second only to the notion that women […]
…brought to you by my campaign to clear my draft folder. If it ever empties, I may have to either a) have more sex, or b) start writing fiction.
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up from the desk to answer it.
He was early. In my eagerness to […]
