“I…I thought you were a nice guy!” Usually she is sweaty, breathless, often trembling, usually in the close vicinity – fore or aft – of an orgasm, while at the same time hoarse from screaming. My answer is always the same. “I never said that. I told you: I’m a sadist. That conversation plays itself[…]
I suppose I could have tried to come up with some clever reason not to have R stand for Rope, but it would be a bit disingenuous. Rope has been the vehicle through which I have traveled further than I ever thought possible, loved deeper than I ever knew possible, and benefited more than I ever[…]
They say that the key to a good blog post is saying something controversial, hence the title. It’s not a joke, though; fair warning, what you read here may anger you. Either at me, at yourself, or at your top, depending. At Shibaricon I was a bit busy. Which is kind of like saying Ms.[…]
As I took some alone time this morning to read another chapter in Gar Reynolds’ excellent Naked Presenter, he talked about the first question that should be asked before beginning to work on any presentation: Why? It makes sense. Many people have the what and know the how but don’t bother to figure out why[…]