Backstory

I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would pulse through me. Excitement, sure, but also shame, embarrassment, fear. I must have craved all of those things; we don’t…

I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s a sort of pop-psychology guide to how to think about eroticism, desire, arousal, excitement, purporting to be a somewhat scientific…

You know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends).  I’ve summarized it all here, here, and here. Thus far in our story, as much as I’ve cheated, stolen, lied; as many women as…

After Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent.  (The end of the story, and its summary, can be found here, here and here – I repeat this in every post because it’s important to me that no…

This is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…

In my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club.  It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony Theater, the women, more made up, better dressed.  They also, alas, had more silicone and were less prone to rub…

You can’t read this without having read my backstory – how I came to be here, and where here is, and, in particular, my origin myth. If you’ve read all that, or, failing that, at least this, then you know…

Too much is never enough?

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 wrote some while back about my “origin myth.”  I did it here, and here, and here.  I’ve been writing a bit about “firsts,” and this is an attempt at re-telling a bit of my story, in greater detail than…