N. Likes

The flesh visible through her sweater captures my attention and won’t let go.

What gets me hard isn’t your body — it’s knowing you need me to do what I’m about to do to it.

I’m told I’m intimidating. This always amuses me. What’s intimidating you isn’t me — it’s what’s inside of you that I touch.

Soon. I’m working on it. But stay tuned.

A woman on the train, so pretty I become a 17-year-old boy.

Your voice matters more than your face, your body, any of it. I keep trying to articulate why, and I’ll keep failing, and I’ll keep trying.

My superpowers include orgasmic control, cunnilingus, and doing anything other than what I probably should be doing.

At a party, I posed a question about double penetration to my namesake. He walked away. An old friend, though, was happy to debate the point.

Before the internet, there were personal ads — and a horny teenage SWNRJM, 17, spent hours poring over them, hunting for evidence that some woman, somewhere, might want him.

What I need from you today.