Firsts

The very first porn I remember seeing was in a friend’s “clubhouse.” Ironically, the magazine was a “Club.” This friend was notable primarily for his insistence that, though his birthday was November 1, his real birthday was October 31, but…

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…

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…

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…

I was seventeen.  She was twenty-two.  We worked together.  Her boyfriend was my dad’s boss’s son.  (You may read that twice.)  He was twenty-five.  Big.  Tough.  A college football player.  I was scrawny, small.  They were fighting.  We were all…