“I’m curious about which part of this you’re going to write about on your blog,” said Bran the other night as he was putting on his clothes. It’s true that writing always involves selective description. Any art form, really, involves selective description. The photograph never looks as glorious as the sunset. The drawing never quite captures

Bran isn’t crazy about polyamory. I’m not crazy about monogamy. Yes, I’m one of those bad bisexuals who actually DOES want to sleep with people of different genders. I know, I know, bisexuals are absolutely capable of monogamy–about as capable as anyone of any other sexual orientation. I’ve certainly been capable of monogamy for long

“Omnivore,” you ask, “where do you find all these kinky people to hurt and order around and do other perverted things with?” I laugh carelessly, lean back in my smoking jacket, and say, “Why, the Internets, of course!” Internet dating has been good to me. Craigslist played an instrumental part in my reclamation of my sexuality at

He was wearing the collar I bought him at the pet store, the one with the chain lead. I’d decided on chain at the last minute instead of leather. I hadn’t realized at the time how good the slick metal links would feel against the lips of my cunt, against my swollen clit as we

He was on my bed, face-down. There’d been some tussling on the couch, and halfway to the bedroom I had to stop at a conveniently placed chair and put him over my knee. He was halfway in puppy headspace, halfway somewhere else, I’m not sure exactly. Not subspace, not really, or maybe subspace with Bran

My head is still in a daze as I’m writing this. My houseboy came over and did some tidying for me. We really didn’t have enough time — ideally I like a good two to three hours of service and discipline at a time. The fault was all mine. I had a meeting downtown that

“What’s your safe word?” I asked him. I’d wrestled one of his hands in the cuffs but not the other. “I think you know when I don’t like it,” he replied. It’s true. I do. It’s just more work. It requires me to pay extra attention, to check in more often, to hold back… hmm, all

  For quite some time, kvetch had been noodging me to get a bell, so I can ring for him when I want him.   I’d been resisting, partly because I thought I’d get tired of hearing the bell sound I thought  kvetch  would get tired of hearing the bell sound  (and therefore wouldn’t respond well to

  Whilst we’re in the neighbourhood of banana topics, I thought I’d share this fun t-shirt thingy I got last year:       And by the way, kvetch has a matching one.   It says:   bananaslut   He looks so cute in it.   :) I hope the fruit activists don’t come after me - for

Hey Guys! Few days ago I had an idea to make Angelina Jolie SEX weblog on wordpress because everyone was asking me and now this is finished! You have to see it!!! I have found Angelina Jolie Nude Video it in the Internet! If this video not a Fake then I think it will be a real scandal!! Angelina