This isn’t at all a summary of the post, but it’s hot, nonetheless: this week, I imagined a world in which V might once again suck my cock.

I had high hopes for my date with Isabel. I planned to take her to a sumptuous sex party. Alas, it was not to be….

One of the nice things about having a blog like this is you can (I can) type some drunken thoughts, delay their publication by anywhere from 0-240 hours, and press “publish.”

I haven’t written much recently. Which means I have a lot of thoughts turning over in my head. [But this was from years ago….]

Isabel is a rock star.

I had less than an hour. Isabel and I put it to most excellent use.

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

Isabel and I finally found our way back to each other, a hair dryer cord, a pillowcase, and a shrinking vocabulary.

Isabel auditions for the job. I’m pretty sure she’s hired, but I might need a callback interview.

I told her the night would be relaxing, and exhausting. It was both.