It’s 5:30 am, and I’m lying in bed wide awake with a warm butt pressed against me. On the one hand, I could get lucky but we were out late last night at a party and after only a couple of hours sleep, my partner is usually less than romantic. Around my house, I don’t bother my wife before 9 am at the earliest.
Sin City is a 24×7 town and now that we’ve lived here for a while, I’m not sure I could go back to Texas or the mid-west. Sure, Houston is a jumping city but it’s nice not to have to kick the cow shit off your boots all the time.
I was reading a blog post from my favorite author of smut, Lisabet Sarai. Lisabet is a highly educated author, you know one of those who type with her little finger stuck out. While I as an engineer and a male am more of a knuckle-dragging type. Sure I have a series of alphabet soup letters that I can add after my name to impress you but that’s not really me.Continue reading