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If you can’t spell all the letters in the word “you,” we won’t hit it off.

Emily’s young, she’s hot, and she’s convinced she’s bad at fucking. I’m not worried.

This is not a sub-tweet.

Jealousy follows no rational rules.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a stranger reading smut on a crowded train is to look away.

Continuing to elaborate on the logistics and choreography of my core fantasy. The devil, as they say, is in the details.

Someone didn’t appreciate my photos.

A woman on the subway, gone before I could finish writing about her.

I like women of all ages, but the sweet spot is 30s and 40s — where supple flesh meets hard-won perspective.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.