Wanton Wednesday - My Dissolute Life

Folly, part 3

You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it. You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs. You[…]

This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your[…]

I was walking down the street the other day, and, on the doorstep of a neighbor, I saw Paying for[…]

Liza tells me she’s been dreaming about me. I’m flattered. She tells me that, the other night, I gave her[…]

This is just a musing, or perhaps a rant: we have a profile on SLS (the dominant “swingers” dating site,[…]

Until recently, there simply was no feature-length porn I liked. No porn actresses I found myself attracted to. I’m a[…]

I know you do, because you’ve told me so. You’ve sent me texts, you’ve sent me emails. Pictures, audio files.[…]

We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked[…]

I wrote some while back about my “origin myth.” I did it here, and here, and here. I’ve been writing[…]

“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]