The Herald Square Hotel is in midtown Manhattan, convenient to, well, pretty much everything in midtown. It’s a hotel –[…]
Read moreAuthor: N. Likes
Husband, father, slut. Blogger.
Writing about sex from a distance
The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two[…]
Read moreFucking, being fucked
Writing about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking,[…]
Read moreMiami
She thought about it. She decided to come. It would be two nights and a day-and-a-half. The deal was, she[…]
Read moreYe Olde Carlton Arms
Down the busy block from Baruch College – an undergraduate school of CUNY – in a residential neighborhood of no[…]
Read moreThe Liberty Inn
This is New York’s preeminent hourly hotel. Their business is hourly, not daily. Their web site proclaims that they are[…]
Read moreHourly hotels
There’s nothing like an hourly hotel. When you walk into such a place, when you greet a clerk and ask[…]
Read moreThanks for letting me fuck your wife
Is that what you say? What is it that you say when a non-poly guy, whose wife you’ve been seeing for[…]
Read moreMeet the Historian
You already met her once, in Metrazur. But this is when I met her. Her OKCupid profile was tantalizing, marking[…]
Read morePrivacy, secrecy
I’ve written before about privacy and secrecy, particularly as regards parenting. I’m once again wondering about it. I hate the[…]
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