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Ever since I can remember, I've believed in a certain type of magic. As a child, I lost myself in the fantasy world of books, so much so that my mother would have to call my name several times before I would finally come back into the real world.  It was always painful to withdraw from the mysterious lands between each worn…

Without going into too many details, let's just say it had been a long time since I'd had naked time with anyone other than my cat, who liked to stalk me during bubble baths. After having moved back to Chicago to live with my gay best friend Devon (A cat AND a gay best friend? I truly am living the stereotype),…

We'd planned to meet up at my house. I didn't relish the idea of having to wait in a restaurant or coffee shop trying to figure out if each guy walking through the door was him.  Plus it was supposed to be sunny and I thought we could enjoy some beer on the back porch and talk without the background noise.…

"Seriously?" I screamed out as my elbow struck the concrete.  The cigarette I'd bummed from the guy outside the bar had broken but I seemed to be in one piece.  However, trying to stand up seemed impossible. I was able to push into a sort of Downward Dog position, which got my bottom half off the sidewalk.  But when it came to my…

Now I might have been fall down drunk but I wasn't fall down stupid.  There was no way I was going to invite a complete stranger to my house for sex, no matter how much stripper courage had sweated off those dancers and onto me. Instead, I made plans to meet him the next day for a drink and THEN…

I'd never been asked out by a black guy before and I was very intrigued when Powdered Chocolate messaged me.  He was witty and had a nice smile and it wasn't long before I gave him my number. Per my agreement with the Universe, I was continuing to be open to each encounter until the story reached it's logical conclusion.…

I was on a two-day trip to the lake with my closest ladies, this incredibly group of dynamic and strong women.  Unlike most groups of female friends, we all considered ourselves alphas and while we’d had our occasional spats, we loved each other fiercely.  On most gatherings we laughed until we cried and occasionally cried until we laughed. It was…

The message was unfortunately not from Mr. Vanilla. It was in fact from another young man who oddly enough was also into non vanilla sex.  He shared, most eagerly, that he was a submissive and into being tied up.  While I wasn't physically attracted to him, I was curious.  And my chapter on this world felt somewhat incomplete. So, I told…

After my awkward foray into the world of S&M, I was surprised to see that I continued to get messages from non vanilla guys who were into bondage and what not.  I finally reached out to a guy who I hadn't clicked with romantically but who I had maintained a friendship with and asked his advice on what I was doing to attract…

I was getting tired of the flirtation styles of every guy I chatted with, which made me feel like a prostitute without the sex or the money or the ability to walk in stilettos.  Every text was about how much they wanted me, how sexy they thought I was, how horny they were.  Did I want to Skype with them?…

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