Search results for “Harmony”

Hope comes to me (and, in part 2, will come for me….)

I don’t want to bend you to my will. I want your will to curl into mine like shrink-wrap — no distance, no submission, just utter harmony. Maybe that’s not dominance. Maybe it’s just infantile.

I sat in the dark for hours, waiting for a woman to make me come to life again. Then I’d scurry home and pretend I’d never been there.

My first paid blowjob involved a bait-and-switch, a dark room, and a technique that should be patented.

The elaborate fictions I constructed to make sense of behavior that made no sense — brave explorer and pathetic loser, coexisting without reconciliation.

A Saturday afternoon, a Village Voice, and a pay phone: the mechanics of my first paid sexual encounter.

My origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.