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Sofia walks into the room dressed as I’ve instructed, and I’m not ready to use her — not yet.

The word “no” is poison to me — not because I don’t respect your limits, but because I need you to find another way to draw them.

Rose and I check into the Liberty Inn, Room 101, past the bullet-proof glass and the vending machine selling condoms and M&Ms.

Sofia’s body, in ten photos she chose for me.

A turbo-slut, a Tinder match, and the inevitable trajectory from first message to leaving the bar.

It’s not the transgressive things I’ve done that upset people most — it’s the thoughts I’ve been honest enough to say out loud.

What I mean by “responsive” isn’t what you think I mean.

My cock is hard, and what it wants might surprise you.

Two days of GoDaddy lying to me or being incompetent — and I still can’t tell which.

The woman who inspired this blog is having an affair again — just not with me, and not the honest kind.