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The flesh visible through her sweater captures my attention and won’t let go.

Soon. I’m working on it. But stay tuned.

A woman on the train, so pretty I become a 17-year-old boy.

What I need from you today.

A to-do list masquerading as a blog post.

That moment when my cock begins to wake up — there’s nothing quite like it.

She used me to come, and then she vanished. I knew she would — there were tells — but I kept the screenshots anyway.

A reader asks how I do it. The answer, in part: it’s not nearly as effortless as it looks.