Sometimes, I find it difficult to let go of a fantasy.

Anya is smoking hot. Too bad she only wants me when she’s drunk.

There are a number of women with whom I’ve interacted who give me the ambivalence I seem to crave. This is an (alphabetical) chronicle of ambivalence. It’s not complete, but it’s indicative both of how I seem to inspire ambivalence,…

I don’t think I ever told you about Juana, the raven-haired beauty who disappeared after a scorchingly hot lunch date, melting into the landscape, never to be heard from again. A commenter pointed out that usually I write about the…

Topics on which I’m trying to write: Sofia – always, Sofia My recent threesome with Rose and Isabel A legitimate massage from Tamora Some thoughts on strip clubs and massage parlors Google mapping sexual memories Compartmentalization, repression, and self-actualization Alice’s…

Ahhh I wish you would. But I’m in and out of meetings all day today. So if I tell you that I’m imagining being in and out of you in between two of those meetings… That I want to kiss…

She’s young. Younger than I usually am drawn to. We met on Tinder, and she promised me much. She delivered a tantalizing tease, and then vanished. She resurfaced, days later, in a hospital bed. She’d fallen, hard. Broken bones. Laid…