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Envy, for me, is less a sin than a barometer.

I like to watch you touch yourself.

Sometimes the answer is simpler than you’d think.

The many meanings of “please.”

My mind wanders during meditation. To blowjobs, salami, smoke detectors, and pretzels. Not necessarily in that order. Well, actually, yes – in that order.

A fun science experiment — and some good advice about pickle size.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

Two pretty brunettes on the subway, each lost in her phone, each oblivious to the world — until one accidentally touches the other.

My cock aches with wanting.

A young woman walks ahead of me, and I am grateful for every step.