I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would pulse through me. Excitement, sure, but also shame, embarrassment, fear. I must have craved all of those things; we don’t do the same thing over and over because of just one feature of it. Generally, [...]
I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s a sort of pop-psychology guide to how to think about eroticism, desire, arousal, excitement, purporting to be a somewhat scientific study of people’s responses to a survey instrument. On the one hand, it’s clearly bad [...]
You know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all here, here, and here. Thus far in our story, as much as I’ve cheated, stolen, lied; as many women as have danced on me, as I’ve gone down on, as have gone down on me; [...]
After Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent. (The end of the story, and its summary, can be found here, here and here – I repeat this in every post because it’s important to me that no one read just a part of this story without having at least been referred to [...]
Several years after the blowjob I wrote about here, I paid for my second first blowjob. This one was radically different from the first in every way. (You need to read my origin myth, here, here, and here to get a feel for my current stance vis-a-vis what follows, if you haven’t. And you may [...]
In my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club. It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony Theater, the women, more made up, better dressed. They also, alas, had more silicone and were less prone to rub my cock. (If you’re new to my blog, make sure you read these before you [...]
You can’t read this without having read my backstory – how I came to be here, and where here is, and, in particular, my origin myth. If you’ve read all that, or, failing that, at least this, then you know at least a little about the years of miserable, soulless paid sex I had. There’s [...]
Is never enough? Is too much? How’s the saying go? I have to preface all of these posts with references back to my origin myth (described here, here, and here), my descent into the rabbit hole, and now my first visit to a “happy ending” massage parlor. This post isn’t so much about firsts as [...]
This post continues a series of posts I’ve been writing about my descent into depravity, my loss of control over my sexuality. It begins with my origin myth, told here and here (and here), and continues with my first lap dances. In this post, I write about my first “sensual massage.” I’ve written a bit [...]
I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.” I did it here, and here, and here. I’ve been writing a bit about “firsts,” and this is an attempt at re-telling a bit of my story, in greater detail than I think I did in those origin myth posts. Or, in any event, from a [...]
