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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.

Black stockings on pale legs, and why my imagination is the hottest thing going.

Imperfection can be hot.

That is all.

I got a detail wrong about *Shame*, and in correcting it, I found a whole other movie hiding inside two minutes of Lucy Walters’s face.

Michael Fassbender’s soulless, brilliant performance yanks my heart out — it captures so much of what I remember from that time in my life.

A brief history of my face.