I can’t explain my thought process over the next few days: I went from anger to sadness to pity and back full circle to pissed. It was unreal. Her behavior, that is. Yes, I’m still talking about Deluded. Once our festivities were over for the evening, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep, … Continue reading Confessions, Pt. II
Dear Deluded, I thought it fitting to communicate via letter since that’s how we communicated best. I’m not trying to offend you, but I feel that there are some things I need to get off of my chest. Nay, deserve to get off of my chest. From a distance. From the first evening of your … Continue reading Confessions, Pt. I
Fuck you. How’s that for a welcome back to the land of the Southern Strip? Now that I’ve got your attention, have I got news for you! Don’t worry, I will pick up where I left off in Vegas, but I really have to share some recent events. I have officially met Satan’s disciple in … Continue reading Dear Cupid
I won’t keep you in suspense. But I have to say that I must have a thing for backseats. A group of us, consisting of mostly the same ladies from the Halloween outing, went out partying (surprise!) and got comfortably intoxicated and had an orgy in the back of a limo. I do believe it … Continue reading If I Only Had A Brain…Or A Penis.
I tried very hard to stay out of trouble for a while. Girl trouble. So naturally, I worked myself half to death. Summer ended, the holidays fast approached. The first of them, Halloween – my favorite. Of course, every night is like Halloween when you’re a stripper. Sexy, naughty, barely-there costumes. That year, I decided … Continue reading One Night Only
I know what you’re thinking: why the hell would you have sex with a woman whose hygiene was more than questionable? It’s easy. I didn’t do a damn thing – a pillow princess to the extreme. And just to clarify: that’s not my style. I’m very active in my sexual endeavors; that’s what I love the … Continue reading Warning: Don’t Feed the Lesbian
I regretted giving Lisa my number as soon as my feet hit land. I had no idea how much until about a week later. She called me the next day. Of course she did. As we were chatting, I scolded myself. What is my issue? Had I really become that conceited that I thought I was … Continue reading “Butch” and the Sundance Kid