I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

Serena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.

Serena and I attend Chemistry – NYC’s best sex party – for their “Short shorts and booty T’s” party.

I’m headed off to the Chemistry sex party with Serena, and I can’t. Fucking. Wait.

I’m headed back to Chemistry, and very excited….

A birthday meal. And a disappearance.

Packing instructions, wardrobe requirements, and a shopping itinerary for Serena’s visit.

Serena and her puppy.

A night of fucking with tiny Serena.