Diary2024-04-06T07:24:08+00:00

Hindustan

As we walked into the lobby of our outside-Agra hotel, I was treated to my own private view of the greatest monument to love ever built. About 1/4 mile from the Taj Mahal and built [...]

Sualouiga

So the decadent time on my friend’s massive yacht continues...sheesh, going back to my wave-runner at home is going to seem lame. But that’s not happening today! Au contraire, a few days....

Paris of the Antilles

Our colonial-style hotel was in a lively area of Old Havan, and was over 170 years old. While accomodations were austere by American standards, the charm was undeniable! Havana’s history....

My dog

My dog is smart, honest! I mean that in the most facetious way, but I love him for it. I've had him for two years now, and I am now beginning to be comfortable with [...]

You’ve been a very bad boy

The room is dark. A single candle burns in a corner. I lead my slave into the room and order him to take off all his clothes. There is a black sheet draped across the [...]

Other Men

"I wonder if any of the other men here fantasize about their woman making love to strangers, like you do," I asked Paul between bites of my foie gras. He and I are almost indistinguishable [...]

Homing In

I don’t mean to sound misanthropic, but I’ve had bad luck with such friendly travelers. I’m never seated next to some gorgeous man who tells me something interesting or exciting, a ....

Life’s a Beach

This past weekend I ventured to one of my balconies overlooking the ocean. It was one of those beautiful days--a day that is absolutely perfect in every way. The temperature was a toasty 80 degrees....

CVS at Midnight

My very first job, when I was 15, was working as a clerk at a drugstore in my teenage hometown. I don’t remember how I got the job. I really wanted to work at the [...]

A present for myself

I finally received the package I had been waiting for. As I got back inside my house, I knew the maid was coming in a few hours, but that I would be alone for a [...]

Fifteen Years from Now?

Lazy clouds roll in from the Seattle ocean. I can feel the wind buffet the window as I watch the storm; I feel Tim watching me and a strange sensation sweeps over me. For the [...]

Wrigley’s Haunt

The experienced pilot opened the door of the upholstered jet helicopter...it was rough water earlier this week, so this was the way to get over to the island. Fourteen minutes later, we were on Santa.

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