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Restraints or blindfolds? Both, obviously. But if you add earphones, now we’re talking.

I answer a couple more questions, and try not to overthink it.

Isabel says nice things about me.

I write a letter to a woman I haven’t met, and probably never will.

A woman on a train, maybe. Or in a meeting. Dressed to disappear, and failing.

Why do I lick your pussy? Let me count the ways.

A woman, described.

Viagra says four hours is a medical emergency. I say it sounds like bliss.

A woman on the subway takes something from me I didn’t offer, and I sit still, fascinated.