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I wrote this message today. This exemplifies how, I think, I don’t use women: I think I need, sadly, to put an end to this. This is one of those things where I have to trust my gut. I can’t…

We meet in a hotel bar. The women (you) are instructed to be wearing black dresses and boyshorts. I will collect, via (silent, secret) text/e-mail, any specific requests/concerns after everyone’s met – such as “I don’t want to lick her…

“Would you say you use women, or do you not see it that way?” I do. And I don’t. Early on, I told Isabel that I wanted to “use” her for my pleasure. It rubbed her wrong. I haven’t said…

Seriously. I write all day, every day. You read some of what I write, but not all. I have developed lots of little shortcuts, habits, preferences, etc. I’m an idiosyncratic writer, and not, honestly, a great one. I think I…

This is the third in a series on Emily. She’s young. She’s hot. And it’s unlikely I’ll ever explore the inside of her mouth with my cock. She’s self-conscious about her “lack of experience,” constantly putting herself down, telling me…

I say what I mean. I mean what I say. I choose my words carefully, and, if I don’t speak, it’s because I have nothing to say. This is not a sub-tweet.* A sub-tweet is a message, delivered broadly, but…

Jealousy follows no rational rules.

We were cheek by jowl in the train. I looked down at the screen inches from my face, the phone held by a pretty, chunky thirty-something woman with no rings on her fingers. “… her pussy….” was all I saw…

I’m continuing to elaborate what I’ve been calling my “core fantasy.” In a bar Each of us sits apart. The women – none of whom, after all, will have met – will know one another by their black dresses. All…

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