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A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.

A hiccough, a drink with her husband, and we’re back in business.

A fantasy I sent to a woman I hadn’t yet met.

She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny — and she wanted a leash around her neck.

A cab ride I’d like to take.

The city feeds me with an endless stream of beautiful people.

Writing about my sex life makes me feel alive. There’s a lot, though, you’ll never read.

I have more in common with Jeffrey Dahmer than I’d like to admit.