N. Likes, Author at My Dissolute Life

You want me to fuck you

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[…]

The video I posted with my “Namaste” post was super-hot, right? Well, if you liked that one, here’s another one[…]

As I walked out of my gym yesterday, a good-looking guy tripped on the doorstop that propped open the door.[…]

After Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent. (The end of the story, and its summary, can[…]

… lap hungrily at your cunt, drinking you in, pushing my tongue into you, against you. While I feel my[…]

A curious muse just accused me, in a roundabout (or not really that roundabout) way of being a fetishist of[…]