This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot goes calling on committed couples, finding that for some, company is always welcome.
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find my parts left to those in need,. The aged and lurid Lynsey gets dibs. Her blog is now open by invitation only; you can request access at sticksy@mac.com. Tell her an organ donor sent you.
Mariella is introduced to her second cock and finds that while she may be a neophyte, she’s already a marathon runner.
It’s ninety-four degrees in New York today. Firefighters have opened the hydrant at the corner, and children are stripped to their underwear to play in the stream. Salsa music wafts through my open window, where I sit, naked and waiting for breezes.
Sometimes, New York is so much like itself.
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.
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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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2 comments:
88 degrees with 73% humidity, with not even a whisper of a breeze to be found in my windy city. It's a killer. I've got no hydrant, but am keeping an all together different sort of cool as I fire up my barbecue pork chops and sip my chilly martini. Cheers.
Mmm, a water hydrant to play in would be nice. Unfortunately the only thing I've got is a lake that is too polluted to swim in!
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