N. Likes

A little fantasy about how our first minutes together might go.

I re-read my own blog, and I liked it. But narcissism is more complicated than vanity — especially when your self-esteem hinges on whether you’re wanted, and how much, and by how many.

Black hair, brown highlights, a denim minidress, and generous decolletage.

She was standing right there, and I couldn’t not look.

She’s all in black, with lavender lips, and she won’t look at me.

It’s only a matter of time.

A meditation on the near-impossibility of the no-strings blowjob for the average married man.

I love the sensation of my hand fully covering a breast, leaving none to spill out the side.

A night out, a few too many, and no regrets worth mentioning.

She looks sad.