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Ken and Ginger have a way with words. Those words usually make me laugh out loud. And, also, think.
Bad For You
by Ken, of Lustmongers
It is, apparently, some cruel law of the universe that the most psychotic women who wander into my life must also be the most god-almighty fantastic in bed.
The [...]
Remember this guy?
Well, sadly he hasn’t forgotten me. And he decided to take a second stab from a different website.
Subject: U obviously have a heart of gold
Being there for Your grandfather I believe family is our foundation despite some in my family not realizing that Anyway I turned 46 in march Give US [...]
The tale of Chef Fred had opened my eyes to the phenomenon of the form letter. Sure, I’ve received plenty of form letters in my life, I’d just been too ignorant and naive to recognize that form letters could come from both Ed McMahon and NYC4Sam.
Nothing says “I think you’re interesting and would like to [...]
Opposites Connect does have one thing going for it. I’m pretty sure the people who are writing me are definitely my opposite. Of course, it also has one strike. And that is I have yet to hear from an opposite with whom I would ever consider a connection.
Today’s gem? A Poet. Of course.
How you doing [...]
Dickstracted (dik-strakt-ed). adj. 1. Having the attention diverted by good dick. “She was too dickstracted to focus on her work.“
-Jack From Brooklyn
Yep. I was that girl.
But if I was going to get over Disappearing Didier, I was going to need a new dickstraction.
I had actually decided before I met Didier that I was going [...]
As you know, I’m living and (trying) loving in the magical urban metropolis of New York City. So, when I discovered a website called The Urban Dater, well, clearly this was written for me. In its pages I discovered an online metropolis. One which housed the voices of several great writers, both men and women, [...]
I wanted to believe everything Didier had said. I chose to believe it. I did believe it.
He’d finally left me that night leaning in my doorway, still weak from the power of his kiss and smiling with the promise of our next meeting. He’d almost left two other times earlier, but our kiss goodnight landed [...]
A new week had arrived. Didier was going to be in town. Our e-mails had continued, but I didn’t know if I was going to see him. And I didn’t bother to ask.
He’d said he’d call on Tuesday night. He didn’t.
I wasn’t surprised.
I was surprised when an e-mail arrived Wednesday.
Hey Staci!
I might be available [...]
He’d asked for another video. Up to now, I’d sent him some astonishing works of great beauty and art. But I had a different idea in mind today. One that I’d found too funny to resist.
Bonjour, mon cher!
Voici! Ton video du jour…
Bisous,
Staci
He responded a few hours later.
Thanks, Staci! The lack of sleep seems to [...]
We drove through the Meatpacking district on the way home. Gaggles of young twenty-somethings in short sequined mini-skirts swarmed the streets.
We’d spoken earlier about age. About how both of us preferred to be with our contemporaries. Besides, he’d joked, what 20-year-old would want me? Um, in this city? Lots.
Maybe I should change my profile to [...]
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