[With apologies in advance for the slightly advertising-y nature of this post....] Georgia is a friend of mine and a “consciousness coach and relaxation specialist.” She practices something called “Access Consciousness,” a form of bodywork with which I wasn’t previously familiar. This is from the Access Consciousness web site: … there are 32 points on your [...]
I’ve written a fair amount about my favorite fantasy and my fondest sexual memory (which together provide all sorts of information as to what Jack Morin, Ph.D. (that’s apparently his name), the author of The Erotic Mind, calls my “core erotic theme.” Lately, I’ve been thinking about a little puzzle: if my fantasies and memories [...]
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 [...]
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 have written a bit, and will write more, about my experiences in the land of paid sex. In this post, though, I’m not going to write about my experiences, or about that land – I’m going to write about my relationship to the women, and to the money, that I used in my pursuit [...]
Back in the day, I was a habitual denizen of massage parlors. Not the kind where you go to get a massage, alas – the kind where you go to get a happy ending, a “rub-and-tug” joint. In this post, you’ll get a little tour of a few different such places – both types of [...]
Chemistry‘s closest analog among the parties and clubs I’ve discussed is OneLegUp. Like OLU, Chemistry is a sensuous, sumptuous, occasional affair. I’ve only been to one, but definitely intend to return. The night we went, it was in a loft in Bushwick, a heterogeneous neighborhood in Brooklyn. The lighting was dim and mostly reddish; there [...]
Warning – this is a non-sexual post. It’s non-erotic, and not a turn-on at all. If that’s not interesting to you, read no further. On the other hand, if you want to read further, read on….
