I’m not sure I can do this past summer justice. My lovely bride had emerged from some health concerns at 100%. My humble marketing concern had a gangbuster first 7 months of the year during a recession.
How did I respond? By going into a 3 month binge of sex, depravity, booze and some sort of geeked up bipolar lust groove that left me shocked, sated, embarrassed and with what had actually been a fairly cool recovery completely in tatters.
My little domme-in-a-thong, Amazonian biker chick and her pregnant girlfriend (who knew I had a pregnant fetish?..she was hot) as well as my white trash ex-stripper and recently Christine, a goddess from back in my politician days, who even though she now drives a forklift…she also drives a mean tease and denial roleplay.
I will try to chronicle all of the above. I was breathtakingly bad.
And I broke my own heart with my actions. So much for the lighter side of this addiction shit.
To return to the darkness is familiar, comforting, erotic as a ’shroom rush’ and at this time of my life, a little (or maybe a lot) sad.
Peace to us all, but mostly to me. I need it.
