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A woman, described.

Call me N. Not Sir, not Daddy, not Mr. anything. Just N.

Rose and I check into the Liberty Inn, Room 101, past the bullet-proof glass and the vending machine selling condoms and M&Ms.

Sofia’s body, in ten photos she chose for me.

My cock is hard, and what it wants might surprise you.

Two days of GoDaddy lying to me or being incompetent — and I still can’t tell which.

The woman who inspired this blog is having an affair again — just not with me, and not the honest kind.

Two haikus about hipsters. Spoiler: I want to fuck them.

Suspicious packages, furtive groping, and the politics of fear on a crowded train.

Luna wants me to tell her she’s the prettiest. I’d rather show her.