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Emily’s young, she’s hot, and she’s convinced she’s bad at fucking. I’m not worried.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a stranger reading smut on a crowded train is to look away.

Someone didn’t appreciate my photos.

A woman on the subway, gone before I could finish writing about her.

I’ve had a few bad dates. But then again, too few to mention.

I’ve seen the movie so you don’t have to.

A submissive guy writes to me, marveling at how “easy” it all seems. I set him straight, and then turn to you for help.

Sofia asked me what I think motivates her. I took a stab at it — not so you can know her, but so you can know how I think about her.

Since choking isn’t on the imminent agenda, I’ll settle for images of Allie’s body. I dare her to give me enough.

Life is good. Busy. Complicated. Challenging. Interesting. But good.