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Sadie does what I want. Whatever that is.

She’s elusive, busy, maybe a little ambivalent — but she’s sent me two orgasms, and in both you can hear her smile.

Sometimes, I just am amazed at what I have wrought here.

Tinder’s been generous lately. Let me dole them out one at a time, starting with Stephanie.

A reader asks me to guide her toward sexual self-discovery. I offer something a little different.

Tinder has suspended me again, mid-conversation with a handful of matches, and I hate being the guy who just disappears.

A woman on Tinder appreciates my… specificity.

A Ladino love song, a massage parlor in Soho, and the particular eroticism of a woman in green camouflage pants.

Sometimes three words are all you need.

A beautiful woman’s gaze on a street corner — forward, warm, unreadable.