N. Likes, Author at My Dissolute Life

Your pulse races

You walk in, trying to look calm. Your flight was delayed. You had worried you would miss me altogether, that[…]

They waited, wordlessly. The line moved slowly, but finally, finally, they were next. She looked up at him, as if[…]

They have even more curves than your body. Starting at the left, the lip ascends gradually then more quickly, then[…]

Here’s something sad: I’m not attracted to fat chicks. I wish I were. I like a lot of fat people.[…]

Liza, the author of the awesome, always-hot, Always Each Other, generously gave me the TMI award. Liza writes the hottest[…]

I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files.[…]

I want you to lie before me. I want you to open the top button of your jeans, no more.[…]

Some while ago, I wrote about the perils of being both a good partner, friend, fuck buddy, and a slut.[…]

As the plane descends, I wonder. I have only seen parts of her, never the whole thing. We have never[…]

You know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all[…]