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Words, cock, hands, tongue, imagination, demands — these are what I trade in. Give me your compliance, your arousal, your sounds, your images, and I promise: I will only ask for more.

An elaborate plan for an evening of silent, anonymous fun with strangers in a bar bathroom.

I want to know what gets you hot — and what doesn’t.

Here’s what I want. It’s simple, really.

I can see the outline of your bra through your t-shirt. I want you to stand close enough that I can smell you.

If you’ve been here more than fifty times, don’t be surprised if I pop up on your screen and say hello.

An elaborate fantasy involving oral sex, a dinner party, and Craigslist — and the humbling discovery that almost no one else wants what I want.

Sometimes people share their most transgressive moments with me, and that’s one of the best perks of writing this blog.

Three halves of vanity: thrilled to make a top-100 list, wounded not to be higher, and amused at my own pettiness about the whole thing.

A review of last year’s sexual resolutions, and some new ones — sexual and not.