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A brief, uncharacteristic rant about entitlement, laziness, and porcelain.

I used to experience beautiful women as a rebuke. Now I experience them as a reminder.

Ella edges for me, on command. Listen.

Sofia and I finally had a “date” — fifteen minutes, a coffee shop, a man in a suit behind me, and three orgasms (hers).

Sofia and I have plans. They don’t involve being in the same room, but they’re plans nonetheless.

The difference between a leer and a hungry look is everything.

Men’s experiences of pussy size, and what we say — and don’t say — about it.

Are there ANY male sex bloggers out there?

Every piece of clothing tells a story — the panties, the bra, the boots, the hemline. I try to read the woman sitting next to me.

The end of nudity in Playboy excites me more than it should.