N. Likes

The lower half of a woman, and what I want to do with it.

When a woman shows interest in me, my body goes into overdrive — and my judgment disappears.

The push and pull that keeps me coming back.

The question of whether sex addiction is real is less interesting than what we’re really asking when we ask it.

There’s no woman who doesn’t look hot in a tiny black dress.

Sweet, innocent, and desperately pleading — all at once.

Three women I want, none of whom I’ll have.

I’m a human thermometer, but only below 60 degrees.

A woman on the subway, in a red dress, squeezing her thighs together.

All black, except her hair. And a run behind the left knee.