I’m dating, and I hate it. I always want to skip to the middle of relationship. It’s too scary to do this getting-to-know-you part with so much baggage activated. Yesterday I had a date with someone new who I met online: a very tall, thin, white translady. She is 31–a few years younger than I
“What would you do if you had some special honey?” I asked my spouse. We were driving in his car. “Other than put it on your dick and suck it off, of course. That’s just a given.” Yes, that’s something we did a long time ago, back when my spouse was my anarchist boyfriend. food
This poem “when Michael dies” is about my close friend who I never met in person yet. I ask for her post-husband visit so we can be animals together, and I would like to comfort her in her grief. when Michael dies When Michael dies, freedom will fly into your life like a wild wind,
As you prepare to leave, I prepare to live without you. You’ll always be in my heart, but maybe never again in my day-to-day life. I’m pondering our whole friendship. These are sweet memories of my favorite times with you. hand massage At the meeting when I invited you to massage my hands, was it
“Do you think Desire is going into the kitchen with no shirt on because of me?” I asked. Two weeks ago I texted something to Desire about how their hugs are like none other. The next day my spouse reported that Desire has been in the kitchen with no shirt on in the early morning,
If you’ve done bdsm with power play or pain play, you might be familiar with sub drop. It’s important to know that you or the person you’re playing with might lose their shit in some hours. Oops, I forgot about it. I experienced surprise sub drop the other day. massage A new friend–let’s call them
I have always liked spooning. It’s a great form of cuddle, especially naked for lots of skin-skin contact and bonding hormones. Feels like love. After sex, it’s the best. With my spouse, spooning is a favorite activity. This pic is my spouse behind me, holding onto my left breast, and my hand is on top
I have admired you for so long, since I first met you ten years ago. How competent, energetic, and brilliant you are, with values of peace and community. I thought about you off and on all day, knowing I’d see you in the evening. I had a fantasy about giving you a foot massage. Seemed
“Your eye is twitchy!” I said to my spouse, mid-conversation. “Does it hurt?” I watched his right eyelid make that vibrate motion. “No, it’s ok,” he said. “Is it annoying?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Maybe you’re looking too much,” I said. “How about later I blindfold you and give you some non-sight sensations?” blindfold
I had not come in a week. That was unusual. I was lying in bed, clean from a shower, naked. My spouse was out, and I was lying on my back with my legs spread open. I thought about masturbating. Yes, a masturbation session sounded perfect. We had sex the day before, but neither came.