Archive | 30.06.2010

  •  Meeting Anne
    Your name is Anne. You only know me as N. Or Sir. You want...no, need, a Master. You emailed me after reading one of my stories and said you had a boyfriend but he didn't understand your needs. You thought, from reading my tale, that I do understand what you crave. That I may be the Master you seek. You asked my age and I told you the truth.You are so much younger than me but you are keen to learn and it doesn't seem to be a problem for you. Maybe this is because you have a maturity beyond your ... more

  •  Meeting Master Dave
    I hate to fly. I mean really, really hate to fly. Hated it even before 9/11. The terrorism thing doesn"t bother me. It"s the fact that up here far higher than man was ever meant to be, and that nagging feeling that we are pushing our luck by being here. Being in a window seat makes things even worse, although I love the extra room. Looking out the window and seeing how high I am makes me crazy. And then there is the inevitable turbulence. I try to trick myself, thinking of it as potholes in the ... more