April, 2012 - My Dissolute Life

“Wanna make out?”

She texted him. “Yes,” he said. Minutes later, they were pressing against one another, his hard cock grinding into her[…]

(Warning: this post has nothing to do with sex. Don’t read on if you’re not interested in the non-sexy parts[…]

When a woman is aroused by my words, when she is moved to respond to my requests, when she doesn’t[…]

Are you hard? A little? I’m very hard. Very fucking hard. I’m glad. Wish I was just around the corner.[…]

She is 25. Maybe 27. She’s 5’4″ tall. Her hair – brunette, shiny, shoulder-length – is pulled back, in a[…]

We all use one another. In my experience, sex is at its best when we’re totally selfish – when we[…]

I don’t know her name. I know the first letter of her name. And I know the last letter. I[…]

Liza tells me she’s been dreaming about me. I’m flattered. She tells me that, the other night, I gave her[…]

“Do you think you’re a sociopath?” she asked. “No,” I replied, not having to think hard. And it’s true. In[…]

Muscular, toned, slender. The ridge of her shinbone shines in the sunlight. The calf muscle swells out, bulges out, below,[…]