The Life and Times of Totally Tyler

Even though he forgot the words to the song he was singing, all the guests applauded Sebastian’s efforts. The other guests began to mingle and Sebastian giggled nervously as he took his seat next to me. Not wanting to overdo it, I patted his leg and gave him a thumbs up.

At Mistress Kai’s Writing Cage, writers and artists are encouraged to share their creative endeavors. Some writers recited erotic poetry while others told humorous anecdotes about their families. Everyone was talented and supportive.

Mistress Kai’s do-jo is in a nondescript building not too far from Wall Street. I nervously pushed the buzzer and within seconds, her voice boomed from the intercom. “Come on up!” The door buzzed as Sebastian and I pushed it open to find a small but elegant and dimly lit lobby.

I’m not sure what I was thinking when I invited the twenty-something model, Sebastian, to be my plus-one to a party at Mistress Kai’s do-jo. I hadn’t seen Sebastian since our first and only date, which ended in a frenzy of lube, limbs and lust on the floor of his Brooklyn apartment.

I called Kareem and insisted he be my ‘plus 1′. A fellow writer and connoisseur of New York nightlife, Kareem jumped at the chance to smack cute boys bears around while wearing a cock ring in his hair. I sat on Kareem’s sofa, gulping a screwdriver while he poured himself into tight leather pants and did the ‘Single Ladies’ dance.