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She wanted the offer, not the items on offer.

A meditation on one of my favorite body parts.

Lilly delivers another orgasm for our listening pleasure — and throws in a visual tease for good measure.

She rejected my choreography, and I was grateful. Then I pushed her against a roll-down gate and listened to my cock instead of my brain.

L and I aren’t fucking, but we are scheming. Help us out?

My web host sucks, and I’m sorry you have to suffer for my poor choices.

A reader asks me a delicious question about stockings, garters, and panty lines. I do my best to rise to the occasion.

What a difference a couple of hours make.

A guy tries to pick up a beautiful woman on a subway platform. I watch it all happen, in real time.

A late-night inventory of preferences, stripped to single words.