Instructions

Two simple ways to inspire me — and what happens when you do neither.

A note to a woman I haven’t yet met.

A fantasy I’d like to make real, involving a hotel bar, black dresses, boyshorts, and very specific instructions.

Continuing to elaborate on the logistics and choreography of my core fantasy. The devil, as they say, is in the details.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

Two women in cotton dresses, standing against a wall, waiting for me.

I want my desire for you to feel like a warm hand resting on the small of your back — persistent, unmistakable, but never heavy.

I’m hungry. Show me your body — but do it right.

My presumption is that you’re a slut who’s going to do exactly as I say.

A quiz, with correct and incorrect answers.