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A night at Le Trapeze (part 1)

Le Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing[…]

“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt,[…]

We walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived[…]

We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise,[…]

Because we’ve never spoken, because neither of us entirely trusts the other, and because we’re each going considerably out of[…]

Well, even before that…. I love how you look. I love how your clothes draw my eyes between your legs.[…]

Just a few days ago, I wrote about my vision of a first date with H, a “distant buddy” of[…]

I had said the first thing I would want to do was to share a drink with you, to have[…]

You’ll wear a skirt, boyshorts. I know, you prefer dresses. But I’d like you in a skirt, please. And a[…]

A twelve-minute, wordless fuck.