A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

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

The very first time we fucked I was drunk. After which thrilled at just just exactly how good he had been between the sheets.

The 2nd time we fucked I became less drunk. And much more delighted at just 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 as of this man’s abilities that are innate sleep. He’s brief and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and devilishly horny. Continue reading