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I’m taking a break while I figure out what new incarnation this blog will take. But in the meantime, here’s what’s been happening:
I was named one of the top 100 sex bloggers! (Full list from Between My Sheets below the jump.)
12 of NYC’s […]

The Artist and the Boston Boy wrestled (to much acclaim) at a sex party last week. The room was crowded, close, and hot. When we convinced them to strip off their shirts, their chests glistened with sweat and their hair dripped with it.
My friend nudged me to break my reverie. “Should […]

He’s got a new whip, he says. Second time using it, he says.
My sympathy for his nerves is limited. Being hit feels new every time.
His aim is impeccable, but I’m trying hard to let him hit me at all. When I drive, I’m the girl in the passenger seat who can’t help […]

I spent bits of last weekend at a sex party. I also spent bits of it at Arisia seeing friends. This would’ve been enough of a stretch, but then I spent other bits of it in the hospital seeing a terminally ill relative. My general sense of the weekend was one of […]

I really wanted to write an anecdote in screenplay format. Tact prevents me from writing it at all. However, dear reader, if you have an encounter with multiple men, I encourage you to write about it in screenplay format, that you may write MAN in capital letters as many times as possible. […]

Email, June 25th
No sex, tentacle sex, oral sex, tentacle sex, wanking, or
tentacle sex. I don’t care how proud you are of your ’special love
tentacle’.
Me: Do you really mean there’s no sex?
Rob: It’s my party. I don’t want to clean slime off the walls.
Email, July 26th
No sex, oral sex, wanking, or tentacle sex. […]

Let’s get the rest of the morally dubious saved stories out of the way, so I can go back to talking about how hot and dominant I am.
Loving sex is not always enough to love sex events.
Attending an orgy was a stretch for me. I’m into sadomasochism: swingers and sex parties often leave me […]

Summer is slow for my industry. “Five Things I Hate About Being A Dominatrix In The Summer” really says it all. We’ve thoroughly tested the iced-coffee theory in this heat; maybe tomorrow we’ll lay off playing with my webcam and obtain asparagus out of sheer boredom.
These may be the first photographic evidence […]

I really wanted to call this It’s Always Polite To Fuck The Host.
Actually I really wanted to write about my weekend, but it’s no good sharing hot stories if that could prevent a second chapter. That’s later still.
I rarely post about clients, except in the most general terms: I respect their privacy. None […]

I arrived late to the sex party, and into the middle of a rant. The boy — tall, short blonde hair, ostentatiously shirtless — targeted me. “I’m annoyed by all these straight couples!”
I hadn’t gotten the chance to verify the existence of said couples. But I could understand his sentiment. Too many […]