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Tinder is recalibrating me just a little. In my life, one hundred percent of the people I interact with, I treat the same way: with a combination of interest and respect. I say “please” and “thank you.” I’m genuinely interested…

I was in a sexless relationship for too long and was beginning to believe I wasn’t interested in sex and became insecure about my sexuality and seductive abilities. I have since been reawakened and am discovering more of what I…

A couple of times lately, with at least three different women, I’ve noticed an unfortunate feature of the workings of my desire. Even the most perfect compliance can be drowned out in my head by too much enthusiasm. And by…

Once again, Tinder has suspended my account. I was about to write a fun post on my various Tinder interactions, but they’re all gone. So I can’t. The “conversion rate” on Tinder is exceedingly low. You’ve read here about all…

Jesus fucking Christ thank you for writing so much about your cock and what to do… I think I may have been waiting my whole life for a man to write like that. The detail is perfect.” Well thank you!

I often go to a coffee shop. It’s lovely. Big, spacious, high ceilings, long tables, great wifi. It is, however, flawed. First, minorly, they have  “B” rating. In my city, the Department of Heath rates every food service establishment “A,”…

We sat in a swanky bar. Isabel looked good enough to eat in her tight black dress and black tights. She looked a little scared as I stared into her eyes and described what I would, shortly, do to her. “I…

There was a massage parlor I used to frequent. I briefly frequented. It was, in many ways, simply too good to be true. It was, as I recall, called “the Soho Touch,” and was in a giant, bright, airy loft…

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She was elegantly dressed, in form-fitting clothes that showed off her curves to great effect. She was standing on a street corner, chatting with a friend. Her skin was dark – was she West African? That would have been my…