I called Angela a slut, imagined her fucking other guys, and managed to turn my own fear of rejection into an insult. I owe her an apology.

My ethical compass spins differently depending on the woman, the situation, the lies being told and to whom — and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

Angela wasn’t satisfied with my first answer, so here’s my second attempt: sensation and power.

The ethics of fucking someone else’s partner aren’t mine to police. But the practical risks? Those I think about.

She asked me, mid-blowjob, what I like so much about having my cock sucked. It’s a harder question than you might think.

Angela slipped off her panties at dinner with clients because I told her to. Then she came for me. Listen.

Angela whimpers when she comes, and it’s almost too much — for both of us.

I haven’t touched her yet, but I’ve heard her come.