Addicted to what?
Even more than sex, or commercial sex, during my days of “addiction,” I was compelled by web sites about sex,[…]
Read moreEven more than sex, or commercial sex, during my days of “addiction,” I was compelled by web sites about sex,[…]
Read moreI told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m[…]
Read moreI remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreI dashed into the library, a few minutes to kill between appointments, and I sat myself at the “Charging Station,”[…]
Read moreI wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which[…]
Read moreI apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented[…]
Read moreYesterday, I posted on how unavailability is sexy, and desperation isn’t. Once in a while, I write a post that[…]
Read moreSome quick thoughts on me: 1) I want. I like. I picked the name “N. Likes” sort of happenstance-ly (see[…]
Read moreThe bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at[…]
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