Scotch

Hy and I are back with two more dissolute picks, and I have some thoughts about Cande’s posts on sex tourism and paying for sex.

I meet, and prepare to use, Luna.

Sometimes the answer is simpler than you’d think.

I’m no whisky snob, but I know what I like to drink.

V tells her side of the story, starting with bourbon, buttons, and a text at 10:01.

I had a plan for the evening. It didn’t survive first contact.

Véronique was kind enough to leave out some details. I’m not that kind.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

Psychoanalytic theory, Oban, and the fragility of romance.

A farewell to a great restaurant, and the story of a memorable visit to its men’s room.