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.
At some point after being bitten and whipped, she soaked my pants and ended up flat on the floor. That was before she got toppy with the White Castles.
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She told me about this photo, and I told her you would be posting it as your HNT this week. Further proof of my psychic abilities.
1 comment:
She told me about this photo, and I told her you would be posting it as your HNT this week. Further proof of my psychic abilities.
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