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Psychoanalytic theory, Oban, and the fragility of romance.

She caught my eye. I caught her image.

Lilly LaFosse got me thinking about what I think while you’re sucking my cock. It turns out, it’s complicated.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

The list of those to whom I owe amends is long, and I can’t undo the past — but I can try to improve on it.

C’s delightfully compliant, and she writes about her orgasms almost as well as she has them.

T had a date. I stayed home, meditated, and sat with the ugly progression of emotions that followed.

She’s still in the hospital, still fighting — fever, infection, and the gravitational pull of the life she left. She needs your help.

A reader raises some fair questions about whether my friend’s story is legit. I answer them.

If E.L. James was your gateway drug, let me be your heroin.