February 2015

Jealousy follows no rational rules.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a stranger reading smut on a crowded train is to look away.

Continuing to elaborate on the logistics and choreography of my core fantasy. The devil, as they say, is in the details.

Someone didn’t appreciate my photos.

A woman on the subway, gone before I could finish writing about her.

I like women of all ages, but the sweet spot is 30s and 40s — where supple flesh meets hard-won perspective.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

A young woman was killed, a man may or may not have done it, and a podcast made celebrities of everyone involved. At least now he’s getting an appeal.

I’ve had a few bad dates. But then again, too few to mention.

I’ve seen the movie so you don’t have to.