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

So there were a few things I’ve been meaning to write about. I’ve just been a bit despondent lately, since no one has given me any feedback recently. I LURVE it when people comment in response to posts. Perhaps people aren’t responding because I moderate posts, or perhaps they’re just too shy. Regardless, feedback —

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

There’s been some more hot sexxay between myself and Bran to write about but I haven’t been in the mood. He took a picture of me from the back with my ass up in the air and my panties pulled down. I wore the black lace ones just for him. Also, rocking the velcro cuffs. I

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One of the odd things about Club Pedestal - which is entirely not the fault of Club Pedestal itself, just something I noticed for the first time really being out and about among my ilk for the first time in forever -: it really is funny how money changing hands changes everything. And how men’s desirability

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What a delightful way to start the week!! Aaaaah….