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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.

So many questions. Not so many answers.

Checking the “bi-curious” box on a swingers site: half the men think you’re going to rape them, the other half wish you would.

Two women, described in the way only a creep would.

James Deen is pretty much my sexual role model. But I have some notes.

A polite request, or several.

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I’m sorry I haunt you. Now we’re even.

What I mean when I write “I fucked her face” is usually a lot more gentle — and a lot more complicated — than it sounds.