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The anatomy of craving a cigarette — mental, bodily, and the tricks my brain plays to get me to succumb.

A woman on the subway, covered from chin to ankle, and the Aerie bag in her lap.

Apparently, I can’t resist a half-pack of cigarettes left lying around.

Envy, for me, is less a sin than a barometer.

I’m drawn to strong women who grant me submission, not to women whose submission I can take from them.

I like to watch you touch yourself.

Sometimes the answer is simpler than you’d think.

Most of us have secrets — some shameful, some embarrassing, some kept just for the pleasure of keeping them.

The many meanings of “please.”

My mind wanders during meditation. To blowjobs, salami, smoke detectors, and pretzels. Not necessarily in that order. Well, actually, yes – in that order.