A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

Here’s the long overdue post about The Neighbor.

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

The time that is second fucked I became less drunk. And many more delighted at just exactly how good he had been between my legs.

The next through 13th times we’ve fucked I’ve been sober in the most common and increasingly ecstatic as of this man’s abilities that are innate 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 door that is next. I’m their 7th partner ever. I do believe he may be my 47th (57th?).

He wants to maintain a place where he could be much taller than me personally, whenever, in truth, he’s just 5’8? or 9?. He catches me in a seat, on to the floor, in the couch. He wants to lean over me personally and appear into my eyes and grin like a Cheshire pet. I allow him. Then, often, i love to wear my heels and we also are attention to attention. Read more