Musing – My Dissolute Life

Over-determined

Poor decision-making on my part.

Living in fear of the past….

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the[…]

I like stretching with hot women. It’s like, my pandemic equivalent of sitting in a bar and meeting people – something I love to do.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Sometimes, I hold back when I write. Or, I don’t write, out of holding back.

Chicks should just NEVER fake their orgasms.