Remembering a dark moment
I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreI remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreI’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[…]
Read moreYou know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all[…]
Read moreAfter Isabella, my cherry having been popped, I continued my descent. (The end of the story, and its summary, can[…]
Read moreThis is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…
Read moreIn my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club. It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony[…]
Read moreYou can’t read this without having read my backstory – how I came to be here, and where here is,[…]
Read moreToo much is never enough?
Read moreThis post continues a series of posts I’ve been writing about my descent into depravity, my loss of control over[…]
Read moreI wrote some while back about my “origin myth.” I did it here, and here, and here. I’ve been writing[…]
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