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Two brief fictions about blindfolds, trust, and the senses we use to know one another.

It took about twenty seconds to find out everything about Alison. I probably won’t use any of it.

A woman on the subway. Or in a coffee shop. Wherever she was, I saw her.

Two years in, hundreds of posts deep, and I’m nowhere near done — but I want to know what keeps you coming back.

Dan Savage explains monogamish-ness so much better than I can.

Two women on the subway, described in the only way I know how.

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

My cock speaks to me. I don’t always do what it says, but I always listen.

A woman at a bar, described in the only way I know how.

I used to be able to stalk you so elegantly, but Woopra wants $40 a month for the privilege now.