Yoga with L, a perfect instructor, and an overactive imagination.

L and I haven’t fucked since January, and I miss everything — the strip clubs, the hourly hotels, the parking lots, the bathroom stalls, and the crazy banter in between.

L and her husband are finding their way through the complicated terrain of non-monogamy, and I miss her while they do.

Sometimes not fucking someone is the most dominant thing you can do.

So many ways to spend an evening together. The hard part is choosing.

L follows instructions well.

L challenged me to write a three-sentence story. About us.

A hiccough, a drink with her husband, and we’re back in business.

A fantasy I sent to a woman I hadn’t yet met.

A loss neither of us wanted, imposed from without.