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In this amusing case of mistaken identity, I attempt to call a new Tinder crush, but instead, reach a hot woman from my distant past.

I went to a bar mitzvah and had thoughts I couldn’t un-have.

This is how I’d like you to touch my cock. Please.

Does marriage require deception? I like to imagine it doesn’t for me.

There really is no more lovely sentence in the English language.

Earworms….

You may not want to read about my politics, but every so often, I tell you.

Want to help me out? Job description enclosed. Apply within.

Lexy talks a bit about the WeVibe, and about the possibility that her pussy has been hacked.

In which my cock is observed, and appreciated, in a coffee shop.