N. Likes

Wet hair, rubber boots, and dishevelment, generally.

P is spreadsheeting her orgasms for me, and every time she updates a cell, I get an e-mail. So. Fucking. Hot.

In which I decide that maybe, just maybe, taking non-consensual photos of people might be problematic. Thanks to the thoughtful comments of readers of this blog.

A list of things I like looking at when it’s warm out.

The game is tied, and nobody’s biting.

Dangerous Lilly came on the side of the road, and I get to share it with you.

My first impulse, when I learn I’ve hurt someone, is narcissistic: I’m less upset about the pain I caused than about being perceived as wrong.

What I really missed wasn’t sex — it was seduction.

I don’t review porn, but this morning I stumbled on something I need to share.

The tables turn, and I’m reminded: don’t be a biter.