A few years back I was reveling in debauchery. Divorced, 40-something, liberated and exploring my sluttiness. I was partying like a rock star with porn stars and beautiful people, but leading a successful double life as a mid-level executive in a conservative industry.
One night of debauchery started innocently, alone in my desert hideaway, scrubbing out a vintage 1970′s redwood Jacuzzi. Even at night it was a scorching 102 degrees outside so I was wearing tiny shorts and a bikini top when the porn posse arrived for a surprise visit. Strong winds whipped through the cacti and made the palms dance in the picture windows.
H was one of my all-time favorite lovers and I considered him my sexual soul mate. He provided a portal to the world of the depraved elite. … Continue Reading