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Every six months or so, I fall ill. I’m ill. Here’s some old stuff while I recover.

V and I fuck in the big room, surrounded by sharks. I fall down on my job of protecting her.

The season of skirts, yoga pants, and bare legs — and a meditation on the pleasures of the male gaze that tries, at least, to be honest about itself.

Sofia sent me a video she knew would get me hard. She was right.

I stole this idea shamelessly from Cammie: what makes me sexy. I led with my weaknesses, because that felt right. Then I got to the good stuff.

Before I tell you what makes me sexy, let me lead with my weakness — arrogance, selfishness, stubbornness, a smaller-than-average cock, and a monotonous sexual repertoire, for starters.

The addiction has shifted: where sex once consumed me, now it’s writing that I can’t stop doing.

A promising OKCupid exchange gets right to the point.

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.