Saturday, February 9th, 2013 at
4:48 pm
[Read At the Hands of Madame Ming, Part 1 of the series]
N.B. NOT WORK FRIENDLY. Do not read if under 21 years of age or offended by sexually explicit material.
Her response came the next day. This time it was business-like:
I have attached a document to this email. Before we meet, you must take the course called “Beginning S&M”. You’ll find a phone number for the place in the attachment. Book immediately. There is an upcoming class next Wednesday. The instructors are knowledgeable. It’s only three hours long. After that, you will know enough to answer the questions asked in the document. Fill it out and send it to me upon completion of the course.
Madame Ming
No mention of my prick. Read the rest of this entry
Wednesday, December 19th, 2012 at
9:08 am
Hands – Paul Delvaux
[Authors Note: The memories of pleasure and pain awaken me at night. This is a San Francisco story, and like any real San Francisco story, it's about sex. It is also about much more. This post contains explicit sexual content of a personal nature that might repel you. If you think that might be the case, or if you are underage STOP READING NOW! It is a true story. Only some names have been altered. You have been warned. ]
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Monday, December 10th, 2012 at
2:07 pm
I hooked-up with this woman from Berkeley. We met in a dive bar in the Mission District.
Here’s the thing. There are no dive bars in the Mission, only candy-ass bars intended to look like dive bars. Such places provide hipsters with the simulacrum of authenticity they crave. Let me explain. Hipsters don’t have the dick to lead authentic lives, so they cosmetically imitate people who do.
“The Ponderosa”, that bar off the side of Highway 52 between Welch and Roderfield, now Read the rest of this entry
