A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

Here’s the long post that is overdue The Neighbor.

The time that is first fucked I happened to be drunk. And then thrilled at how good he had been in the bed room.

The time that is second fucked I became less drunk. And much more delighted at exactly exactly just how good he had been between my feet.

The next through 13th times we’ve fucked I’ve been sober in the most common and increasingly ecstatic only at that man’s natural abilities in sleep. He’s brief and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and horny that is devilishly. He’s my secret enthusiast whom lives across the street. I will be their 7th partner ever. I believe he may be my 47th (57th?). Continue reading “A Dissolute Life Means…”