Oral sex

She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny — and she wanted a leash around her neck.

A cab ride I’d like to take.

I direct her from across a crowded hotel lobby, texting instructions while businessmen in khakis steal glances at what they can’t have.

The Historian sent me her journal entries from our weekend in Miami. The fucking was hot, but the feelings were hotter.

I hadn’t seen the movie, but I placed an ad James Spader might have written — in the “Erotic Services” section of CraigsList.

A review of one of the sexier party options in New York — where the dress code is white or nothing, and the crowd delivers on both counts.

Once in a while, my catholic tastes bring me into contact with women who remind me of a me I’d rather forget.

Sometimes, bossing people around gets exhausting. Sometimes, you just want to kneel.

She wasn’t much to look at, but her mouth ruined me for everyone else.