N. Likes

A love letter to pubic hair, and a plea for neatness.

I need you. Now.

The camera is probably ruined.

Nine nights sharing a room with my son, and I’ve been saving my orgasm like a miser.

Free association reveals a one-track mind.

My cock has a mind of its own — and in group settings, it’s especially uncooperative.

Instructions for bedtime.

A recipe for a solitary evening, for the literate and the horny.

How I got from there to here, in fewer than a thousand words.

I propose a new definition for an old word.