The ethics of openness, secrecy, and desire — and the icky feeling when someone else gets what you can’t have, precisely because they’re willing to be dishonest about it.

Live-blogging a woman making herself come while I listen.

Sometimes, dates don’t happen. When they do, you’ll hear about it.

Isabel promised she wouldn’t be this shy forever, but her shyness was pretty fucking hot while it lasted.

She reminded me of a bird — tiny, fragile, shivering when I placed my hand on her throat.