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My hand lifts you by your crotch; my other hand pushes you down. You hinge forward at the hips, ready for whatever may come next.

Just like that, she's evaporated. My wife, you see, has seen pictures of her (because she sent them to me, to an account I had told her my wife reads).  She wanted to see pictures of my wife in return.…

Thursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can conjure almost instantly by imagining the possibilities. Here’s what I’m thinking: 1) Straightforward, traditional hotel-room romp.2) Give her the reins –…

A thousand miles away, she said good morning.

They want to fuck my wife, but not me. I didn’t take it well.

Literally. We have never met. I begin many days by asking her to send me a picture. Left to her own devices, she would send crude, nude, spread shots. I’ve taught her to see the beauty in (or trained her…

The common cold cockblocks me, and Monday feels like an eternity.

Every woman I’ve been with is special. But some are more special than others.

I “met” B on OKCupid. Exotic looking, a bit younger, and clearly a bit self-conscious about her figure, and her ass in particular. I haven’t met her in person yet, so who knows if I’ll agree with her harsh judgment…

Our plan:  go to a panel discussion on the representation of sex in “Mad Men,” conducted by a bunch of psychoanalysts; then, meet M and J, an Upper East Side couple who responded to a CraigsList ad; and then, go…