A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

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

The time that is first fucked I became drunk. After which thrilled at exactly just how good he had been between the sheets.

The 2nd time we fucked I was less drunk. And many more thrilled at exactly how good he had been between my feet.

The next through 13th times we’ve fucked I’ve been sober in most and increasingly ecstatic as of this man’s natural abilities in sleep. He’s quick and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and devilishly horny. He’s my secret enthusiast whom lives across the street. I will be their 7th partner ever. I do believe he may be my 47th (57th?).

He wants to maintain a posture where he could be much taller than me personally, whenever, in truth, he’s only 5’8? or 9?. I am caught by him in a seat, on to the floor, regarding the settee. He loves to lean over me personally and appear into my eyes and grin like a Cheshire pet. I allow him. Then, sometimes, i love to wear my heels and now we are attention to eye. Continue reading “A Dissolute Life Means…”