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A guy at the gym paid me a compliment, and it made my day.

CraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.

What I do while you look down at me.

Guilty as charged: I’m a fetishist of lists. Here are two.

She’s self-conscious about her grey hair. I have some ideas about that.

Writing has replaced paying for sex as my compulsive, stolen-moments fix. Shame is my disease; exposure, my antidote.

Yoga with L, a perfect instructor, and an overactive imagination.

This is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…

L and I haven’t fucked since January, and I miss everything — the strip clubs, the hourly hotels, the parking lots, the bathroom stalls, and the crazy banter in between.

My first paid blowjob involved a bait-and-switch, a dark room, and a technique that should be patented.