Luna - My Dissolute Life

Remembering Luna

I remember Luna. Her pretty, pretty face. Her pouty lips. Her perfect breasts. Her striking curves. Her hunger for attention.[…]

I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]

Luna said this to me explicitly. Others have said it more implicitly. The type of woman with whom I interact[…]

I (N. Likes) will never post, share or distribute any audio, photo, video or text (“Materials”) you (Luna) have provided[…]

Luna’s been quiet lately. It’s unclear whether she’ll suck my cock again. She wants to, but she’s conflicted. Which, honestly,[…]

That’s what Luna told me, half explaining her own behavior, half explaining that of other women. She gave me an[…]

Luna is difficult. She’s spoiled. She’s entitled. She’s an attention whore. Not infrequently, she e-mails me, “Give me attention!” I[…]

She’s late. I’m annoyed. Wait – I shouldn’t be annoyed. I should be grateful. She’s traveling a long distance, after[…]

Tinder’s funny. Each person has up to six photos and about 200 characters in which to communicate enough about herself[…]

A package will arrive from Babeland. I thought about sending it to your office, but it’ll go home, instead. Don’t[…]