Sofia walks into the room dressed as I’ve instructed, and I’m not ready to use her — not yet.

Sofia’s body, in ten photos she chose for me.

What I mean by “responsive” isn’t what you think I mean.

Sofia makes the best porn I’ve ever seen — and she makes it just for me.

I’ve never met Sofia, but I know her body — in fragments, in parts — better than I know most faces I see every day.

I meant what I said, but maybe not how you heard it.

I’ve been keeping Sofia on the edge for almost a week now. Everything I ask, she does. Should I let her come?

Sofia sent me photos, and I narrated my way through them, one by one, my cock hardening as I went.

The things I want from the women in my life are remarkably consistent, and that consistency can feel, to each of them, like a diminishment.

Sofia weighs in on the question of whether the orgasms women send me are “real.”