My three approaches to swiping on Tinder, from mindless to attentive — none of which, it turns out, makes much difference.

Every woman comes differently, and it never feels the same way twice—but it always feels like the best thing in the world.

Your entire body will be still, like it or not. I need to go shopping.

Two portraits of Luna — hers and mine — that overlap in all the most interesting places.

Luna’s pussy doesn’t want what most pussies want, and it’s taken me longer than I’d like to admit to figure that out.

Luna protects me. From myself, mostly.

A fantasy I might just make real.

The unsexy truth about how I schedule sex.

Luna scares me — she’s too hot, too smart, too snarky, and my desire for her is so visceral it makes me stupid and vulnerable in ways I don’t write about well.

I meet, and prepare to use, Luna.