Image by Anthony J Cronin Regardless of my sexy-writing hiatus, nothing can keep me away from the lifestyle. It shouldn't surprise you that one of the first adventures we took since moving to the land of peaches is the highest rated sex club in the city. The name itself leaves you dreaming of seductive circus [...]
Tag: alternative lifestyle
RAF: Reba Rose – Hoping Practice Makes Perfect
Every time I receive an email from this human - especially when there's a word doc attached to it - I get all giddy, for I know what I'm about to open will be profoundly moving. The best part is, she doesn't even mean to do it. Sometimes our truths are the most influential; sometimes [...]
Cuckquean Diaries: Crowned, Part II
Hearing another woman call my husband ‘Master’ had an impact as potent as hearing someone else tell him, “I love you.” It stung, felt foreign and insulting...yet, I couldn’t help but giggle. A lot, in fact. When she entered the room, wearing nothing but my collar, something inside of me twisted (even more so than [...]
RAF: When My Wife Came Out to Me…
I feel like I've introduced him a thousand times (and I never get sick of it)...but today, rather than me reiterating events, or lessons learned, he takes to the keyboard in his first ever guest post. A little funny, and very honest, without further ado, the love of my life, my rock, and the man [...]
RAF: Introducing Reba Rose
There is no proper way to introduce my first guest writer, Reba Rose. She's a dear friend, a warrior, and a talented wordsmith. When she first asked to write a post for COTQ, I was thrilled! We were both English majors in university (that's where we met), sharing a deep love for the written word. [...]
Let’s Hear It For New York
Going to the city that never sleeps is always an exciting venture. I imagined cocktails on rooftops, sex parties in slow motion, and finding bliss in Bowery. I'd be lying if I said none of those things happened (more on that later). For now here are some of the highs and lows the concrete jungle [...]
The Next Generation
The rain had stopped in the city, and I'd been aching to feel the breeze on my skin again. I'd basically become a hermit in the Big Apple. The problem was, the apartment had been far too warm for any kind of kanoodling, so it felt like a good opportunity to get some of that [...]
