My Dissolute Life - Husband, Father, Slut.

Ebbs and flows

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

I have a meditation practice. This morning, I revisited a slightly deeper part of that practice. To excellent effect.

I feel some – but only a little – empathy for Jeffrey Toobin.

I’m a morning person. For nearly ten years, I generally have risen before the sun. (For years before that, I[…]

It’s hard to feel bad for a sociopath, but the tiny violins are playing.

I can’t make much out. Her big, black, over-the-ear headphones obscure her brown (with blonde streaks) hair. Her light blue[…]

Loma toys are a MUCH better deal than Fleshlights.

I’m planning an office visit for you.

V cooks me dinner. I tie her up, and wand her, and fuck her face. And then, I make myself come remembering the evening.

V – remember V – is back in my life. And boy, am I glad.