Incomunicado

I apologize for my absence and silence. It's been a busy and kind of rough few weeks as I adjust to a new job and new schedule. Absolutely nothing sexy has happened in my life of late. And, my libido seems to be buried under exhaustion, anxiety and playing a constant game of catch-up.

Once I dig out, or maybe, you know, get laid, I'll write more. I see that people are still ready this blog and I'm glad.

I'll be back...

A Little Something to Tide You Over

Since I am obviously not writing anything (at all) I thought I shouldn't just leave my loyal readers high and dry completely. We are fortunate enough to have new work from none other than Remittance Girl. Her newest story is exciting, provocative and, of course, extremely erotic.

So, I direct you to The Splinter.

If you've not read her work before I also suggest you read some of her other stories. Two of my favorites are The Illustrated Teacher and Therapy.

RG's prose has inspired me to both write my own erotica and to explore my submission. Her ability to guide you through the details of an encounter between a Dominant and his submissive is remarkable. I hope you enjoy her writing as much as I do.

As for me, my life and schedule have changed in the past few weeks and I am no longer the master of my own time. Something will come (maybe even me) eventually.

A(nother) Sad Day for Democratic Politicians

Why are politicians so stupid about sex? Why don't they realize that they have enemies who will do all they can to find their badly hidden dirt and expose it? If they're smart enough to get elected (and maybe I'm giving them too much credit there) why can't they take that intelligence and apply it to their dicks (in a manner of speaking).

I'm not a huge Spitzer fan. I don't even think he's been much of a governor. But this is just the stupidest thing. I mean really. Too fucking stupid.

Thank God Almighty

Home at last, home at last, etc, etc.

I am happy to be home and safe and relatively sound (of course, that's a matter of opinion). It was a good trip. A needed trip. But coming home is sometimes the best part. I was ready to sleep (and masturbate) in my own bed.

They lost my luggage. In my luggage is my new toy. They lost my new toy. With any luck and the benevolence of the luggage department at La Guardia airport, we will be reunited. And then the fun (hopefully) will begin.

In the meantime, I came across this clothing store on Haight Street in San Francisco.



In fact, they seemed to know little about me. Well, my style of dress anyway. But, I like their logo. I've used a little image of it to the right.

Now, that should be the name of a sex toy store.