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“Humiliate me,” she pleaded. “Hurt me.” The first time we met, we had sushi. Her hair was bright red, falling[…]
Read more“Humiliate me,” she pleaded. “Hurt me.” The first time we met, we had sushi. Her hair was bright red, falling[…]
Read moreL‘s heart isn’t in the contest. She thrills in my traffic, and hers is growing, too, but she simply doesn’t[…]
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Read moreAmid all the press that Ashley Madison got a few years ago (back when I was a CPOS), I added it to my[…]
Read moreIt was a terrific restaurant in a spectacular location – New York’s Grand Central Terminal, on a terrace overlooking the[…]
Read moreIf you haven’t read Part 1 of this story, you probably should start here – then, come back. Jess[…]
Read moreI’m enjoying trying to up my readership, which is quite modest. It’s a game to me – it’s not so[…]
Read moreBefore T was ready to join me in my… adventures… we had a bit of a mismatch. I was hungry[…]
Read moreI just wrote a long post describing my nooner with my wife, and shared it with her. “I like reading[…]
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