The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
HNT
I read a lot of sex blogs—heck, it’s my job—and there are certain features common to many that I find amusing. One is “Half-Naked Thursday” (or HNT), in which exhibitionists take the opportunity to show off some flesh.
I’ve never considered participating in that tradition. My life requires me to be guarded about my identity, and anyway, it’s probably more interesting that you don’t know what I look like when you imagine me having sex. I’m surely way hotter in your imagination.
But now and then, I think it’s a shame that I deny you my feet, because my feet are really all that and a bag of nail clippings. Look at those long prehensile toes, that abundant Hallux, that elegant Morton’s toe . . . how can I deny these to you?
If you would care to be photographed with such extraordinary feet, grab your pedicure kit and drop a line.
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11 comments:
Umm, dude, hello?
I am the quintessential female foot fetishist. I will totally let you fondle my bare naked body with your feet. And I'm always ready for my close up too! ^.^
Nice toes. Nice and long. Kind of makes me wonder what your fingers look like, cause I like long fingers on a fella.
That totally makes me tingle.
Who would've though feet could generate such a vast amount of interest? It must be all those Pisceans!
You cropped it too soon, leaving out that pretty ankle.
The hands are fantastic. The feet can be very dangerous when he's sleepy, thrashy, snorey and unclipped.
I agree your feet are nice,and your hands are fantastic...hell everything about you is fabulous!!!
I wish it were mine! God I've become such a who-wa.
Now, Gina, you know that ain't so. Let's not play "Identify the Mystery Vagina." The name of the game is "Admire the Attributed Foot."
I don't want to alarm you, but I think someone has attached a moist-heat seeking device to your Morton's toe. It seems to have firmly honed in on Gina's vagina.
Have you had any recent 'wandering toe' incidents?
I understand that moist-heat seeking toes are especially sensitive to good Italian food and red wine. As a matter of fact, it's long been believed that it was a 'wandering toe' incident that led to the St. Valentine's Day massacre.
Not for nuttin', but I thought you should know.
PS. i O u Chicken. Sorry.
Her
Typical Jefferson, doesn't want the attention taken away from him! :o)
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