Hi, I’m Lola Down. I’d like to be clear up some confusion. A lot of people think I’m the author of mysexlifewithlola.com. I am not. I am the muse, star, and hotwife to the literary graphomaniac behind the words, HH.
Now that we’ve cleared that up, allow me to welcome…
[Continued from: The Doctor Will See You Now]
Lo was out of commission. There would be no sexy suntanning in the front yard, no strip club short-short shenanigans, no teasing the townies down Main Street. She spent much of her time submerged in the clawfoot tub or strutting bottomless around…
[Continued from: A Room with a View]
NO MASTURBATING
The sign was clear, yet ambiguous. Hung up in a strip joint, did it apply to the relatively rare female patron of the arts?
Lola was keen on testing the bounds of linguistic imprecision.
She unbuttoned her tight short-shorts and slid…
A Room with a View
My friend John has a large house out in the woods. After fifteen months of COVID lockdown, he and his family were eager to get out and go on a vacation. He called me up one day and asked if Lo and I would be…
[For the backstory on my sister, begin here: A Time to Love.]
“It’s one thing to get cumtributes from fans,” said Lo as she scrolled through her emails. “But it’s completely another thing to get photos from fans of guys shooting their loads all over photos of my sister.”
“What?!”…
This week, please allow us to introduce a wonderful writer, lover, mom, sex worker, and keyboard comedian — Mysterious Witt!
We’ve been following her on Medium for a while, but recently a few things have happened that changed her and her approach. …
If you haven’t heard, Medium has created a new requirement for authors to get paid through the Medium Partners Program (MPP). If you’re a writer who wants to get paid for your posts on Medium.com, …
“Lo,” I said, “you got a package.”
“So do you!” she said, grabbing my crotch.
“Lo, seriously.”
“Yeah, seriously.”
I gave her the package that had arrived. “Looks like it’s from Europe,” I observed.
She held it and began walking to the bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” …
A bit of background about my sister.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your sister?” I asked Lola.
She shrugged.
“That’s not a reason.”
“You knew I had a sister.”
“But you never said anything about her. …
