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Right now, Sofia’s far away. Not in miles – she’s always far away in miles – but in every other way.

An alphabetical catalogue of the women who blow hot and cold — and what that says about me.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

I loiter on her block, phone in hand, one eye on the screen and one on the passers-by, hoping for something I’ve agreed not to pursue.

’nuff said.

I need your mouth on my cock. Give me that, please.

I fear your desire, and I fear your desire for me, and my brand of dominance is a clever end-run around both.

She looked like a porcelain doll — red lips, red hair, pale skin. I thought we’d become friends. Turns out I’d only ever been a customer.

Some questions about Ashley Madison, vigilantism, terrorism, and the particular way my mind works.

A man on the street asked me a question, and I happened to know the answer.