Marked inside.

April 26, 2009 |

Yesterday afternoon I was walking through the lobby of the Beyond Leather host hotel here in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Not long after teaching my second class of the day, I found myself in an intriguing exchange with a dashing salt-and-pepper haired gentleman of British extraction. He was holding my hand and pressing his lips to the back of…

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Some days I hate what I need.

October 27, 2008 |

My subconscious Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic was thrumming with memory and pulsing with perversion everywhere for me this weekend. I had a lovely brunch with a dear friend on Sunday. He is, among many things, a sadist and of British extraction. These things are, in my book, two of the the very Pillars of Win. Being extremely well-hung…

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