Massage

This post continues a series of posts I’ve been writing about my descent into depravity, my loss of control over my sexuality.  It begins with my origin myth, told here and here (and here), and continues with my first lap…

I have written a bit, and will write more, about my experiences in the land of paid sex.  In this post, though, I’m not going to write about my experiences, or about that land – I’m going to write about…

Back in the day, I was a habitual denizen of massage parlors.  Not the kind where you go to get a massage, alas – the kind where you go to get a happy ending, a “rub-and-tug” joint. In this post,…

Chemistry‘s closest analog among the parties and clubs I’ve discussed is OneLegUp.  Like OLU, Chemistry is a sensuous, sumptuous, occasional affair.  I’ve only been to one, but definitely intend to return.  The night we went, it was in a loft…

Warning – this is a non-sexual post.  It’s non-erotic, and not a turn-on at all.  If that’s not interesting to you, read no further.  On the other hand, if you want to read further, read on….