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Is it just me, or is everyone suddenly carrying their dogs in bags?

Stand in front of me. I’ll be sitting, stroking my cock through my jeans.

I never delete. It feels like an act of self-destruction, a crime against my own history.

I want to hurt someone. Not because she wants me to, but because I do.

A man on a train, his phone, and two young women — and the complicated sympathy of a recovering creep.

Today, I don’t want to make you scream. I want to lie back and let you do all the work.

A modest proposal.

On objectification, the confusion it causes me, and the unexpected clarity that domination provides — and then takes away.

I finished binge watching “Orange is the New Black,” and now I want to fuck the cast. Here’s my top ten, ranked in order of raw, unapologetic objectification.