Rejection

For years, I never fucked another woman — not out of principle, but because fucking was never the thing I wanted. Then that started to change.

CraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.

My origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.

L’s husband is having second thoughts, and I’m at sixes and sevens.

She fucked thousands of men without a second thought, then was destroyed by her husband’s few affairs. I know the feeling.