My Dissolute Life

Moth/flame

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

Recalibrating with Charlotte

In which I fail to protect my charge.

These were some private instructions I gave Charlotte for a night of fun she had.

How I get Charlotte off.

Hope springs eternal. (Not _my_ Hope. Charlotte’s.) Charlotte really wants to chat with a guy, and I have a strong reaction.

Charlotte had her second threesome.

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.

One possible medication for a feeling of un-safety: make Charlotte the queen of my harem.

Taking (back) control of Charlotte, at a distance.