Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

Almost everybody suffers through the holidays. Family strife, money woes, shopping, cooking and baking, sending out cards. It’s just too much all at the same time. And everybody commiserates about it. But for some of my friends, the misery of the Christmas season can’t hold a candle to the absolute angst of New Year’s Eve. […]

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Bearsir commented to me in my Sex and Dishes post where I discussed my idea of a fuckbuddy. He said, “This is interesting; I have been writing a lot recently about the sense, culturally that there is this dichotomy about sex: either you have monogamous, partnered sex or you’re having casual, anonymous sex. My sense, […]

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Don Quixote and I run into each other at various gatherings and events. He is friends with friends who are friends with friends of mine. Most often one or the other of us is busy and unable to attend. The sightings are merely occasional. He is so beautiful that I am unable to look at […]

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Jenny was in town for Cinekink. Jenny is cute and loves sex and she thinks I am hot. Woo hoo! “So, what do you have planned for tomorrow?” “Shopping.” “You should come with me for an hour or so to have sex with Jefferson before you go shopping.” “Who is Jefferson again?” “He’s Marcus’ boyfriend. […]

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I had my first close encounter with Dude at one of those parties hosted by close friends. A carefully chosen guest list. Favorite foods. Fun lighting. Some rules to make it safe for everybody. Mood music. A lot of puppy piles and touching. Very comfortable. Except for Dude. “Oooo! I am touching Lolita. I can’t […]

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Jefferson was on the phone when I got there. I stayed quiet because I figured he might be on a business call. But, no, he handed the phone to me. I heard a sexed up voice spilling a barrage of nastiness, “I’m going to fuck all your holes,” yadda yadda, “and then I’m going to […]

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Jefferson and I scheduled some time from Noon to 2pm on a weekday at his place. I brought him a pepperoni and pineapple pizza and some beer. We had a slice and then we retired to the bedroom where we got naked and explored whether the magic of camp could be transferred to the city. […]

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My mother had this fabulous set of mid-century Russel Wright dishes. She didn’t use them anymore and told me that she would give them to me when I got married. This pissed me off because I did not want to wait until I got married just to get the dishes. Finally, my father stepped in […]

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