No couples, please. Being a third wheel makes me sad, and I'm more interested in being someone's only one.

Celebrated the new year with a late-night phone session. Looking at my bottle of hair serum in a whole new way...

Holidays alone aren't much fun, but I made do with a brand new pair of black, lace-trimmed boyshorts and a long session with my vibrator. Here's hoping that next year, I'll get to serve Christmas dinner to a nice dom or a sweet sub...

Well, there goes that. Every breakup teaches you something, right?

Back on the market, everybody. 

Off the market for the time being. Found me a switch who's got me tied up in knots...and I mean that in the most awesome ways possible.

What a week! Finally playing with ropes, and loving it. Teaching myself a few knots on a stormy Sunday morning...

Am I the only person on this site who is incapable of separating sex from emotion? I totally understand the impulse to engage in emotionless sex...but I just don't get off on it. Literally.   The orgasm (assuming there is one) feels forced and hollow.

For me, living out a D/s dynamic is an ongoing expression of the trust, understanding, and affection you have for your partner. If the partner is a relative stranger, that expression holds no meaning whatsoever, and the experience is only physically gratifying (if that).  I want my partner and I to be gratified on every level--physical, emotional, mental, visceral.

Someone surprise me. I dare you.

Spent the weekend celebrating the acceptance of my master's thesis. Got compliments from leading experts in qualitative research and popular culture, several of whom are very hard to impress. Couldn't have imagined it going so well if I tried. I walked out of the room feeling like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Thanks to a certain sub, I've been stoking the dominant coals lately. I still consider myself more drawn to the mental parts of dominating, and shy away from delivering too much pain. After 6 years of fascination in BDSM, I'm finding whole new facets of the lifestyle to enjoy, slowly peeling back layers I didn't even realized I possessed. So much of it is still entirely hypothetical, of course. But every now and then, I imagine the thrill of seeing a willing participant tied up and blindfolded in front of me, not sure what's coming next, and the idea just makes my body hum. I don't know what it means, or even if I like this side of me, but it's area I'm so, so eager to explore.

But isn't it my luck? My life is completely unsteady right now, so sex and BDSM (and meeting new people, and behaving like a sane person) aren't things I can afford to spend much time on. In the next few months, I'm wrapping up a master's thesis and transitioning from graduate student to the work force. So...if I don't get back to you right away, please don't take it personally. My priorities at the moment don't include chatting up men on the internet (at least not very often).

I do not instant message with strangers. Please don't send requests or ask for screen names.

I want something epic. I won't settle for less. Not epic in the sense of lavish spending or dramatic gestures, but epic in the sense that it defies the odds, crackles with electricity, and makes outsiders envious, although they can't quite say why. I don't expect to find it anytime soon.

I'm open to a lot of different physical shapes, but please be taller than me (I'm 5'8"), have hair that I can run my fingers through, and be able to show at least one picture of yourself smiling. I love to please, both mentally and physically, and one of my biggest goals is to keep you smiling, so that's the face I want to see.