N. Likes

I’ve written about this before, but I keep coming back to it from different angles — exhibitionism, pride, shame, sunlight, and the intellectual hard-on I get when something I write actually lands.

A woman on the train, reading the Economist.

Two words that contain everything I want.

The Hitachi Magic Wand: louder than a lawnmower, but far more useful.

This will be how I seduce women henceforth.

I want you to have an orgasm for me. Not differently than you would for yourself — just dedicated to me. And then I want to hear about it.

The tops of her thigh-high fishnets keep drawing my eyes back.

Can you have too many partners? I say “no.”

I like legs.

I never do anything so straightforward as simply wanting.