How I Became the Oldest Whore in Christendom

How I Became the Oldest Whore in Christendom

After you read the column ("La Dolce Musto"), you often come across a little note demanding you swing over here to the blog ("La Daily Musto"). Well, now that you're here, I'm begging you to get right back to the column! (It's called cross-pollination, folks. You can do both. After all, I did both—and I'm not even tired.) This week, the column's particularly dripping with creative and other juices, seeing as it's the first half of "the Daddy Diaries: Hot Sex in the Golden Years," about my own sexploits as an aging, raging stud in adult diapers. See, some time ago, I finally decided to cash in on my mid-level notoriety and get some unspeakably raunchy action out of it. It felt like my last chance to do so, so I gamely started dropping all sorts of defenses (and other things) and letting it fly with a vengeance. And now, having had so much remarkable late-life sex in public, I've decided to bring my whoring to an even wider audience by writing about it in scintillating detail. The least you can do is add to my humiliation by reading it!

READ ME! The Daddy Diaries: Hot Sex in the Golden Years


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