A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

Here’s the long overdue post about The Neighbor.

The time that is first fucked I happened to be drunk. After which thrilled at exactly just exactly how good he had been in the bed room.

The 2nd time we fucked I became less drunk. And much more delighted at exactly how good he had been between my legs.

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 quick and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and horny that is devilishly. He’s my secret fan who lives door that is next. Read more