N. Likes - My Dissolute Life

Failure to launch

“Get it up,” “keep it up”…. These don’t feel remotely accurate to me. They suggest that I have something to[…]

It’s getting late by you. Soon, you’ll be getting in bed, tuning out for the evening. I don’t know what[…]

Directions for a solitary evening for horn-dogs with writerly inclinations: First, list a few parts of speech – say, nouns,[…]

Although we weren’t young when we married, it was as if we were. We loved each other truly, madly, deeply,[…]

With apologies to those offended by my politics (at least one of you has complained)…. I move that we introduce[…]

Liza and I have been trading writing assignments. I gave her “jealousy,” and she handled it winningly (I recommend reading[…]

If you’ve been following this blog, you know that a key concern of mine is my likability. I want you[…]

I didn’t write this. A lovely correspondent of mine did, in response to a tweet I had sent: “Describe for[…]

She’s tiny – maybe 5’2”. She has black hair and pale white skin. Pulled back tight, as it usually is,[…]

I love it when E-Lust, or Fleshbot, pick up my posts. There’s so little that’s curated out here in sexblog-land,[…]