Sofia describes, in her own words, how she went from blog reader to distant buddy — and what, exactly, she wanted from me all along.

Sofia offers a woman’s perspective on sex scarcity, and I riff on her fantasy of a world where you can just walk up to someone and negotiate preferences before fucking.

The getting feels better than the having — and that realization explains more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.

Sofia has been lurking in the background of this blog, and it turns out she’d rather not be.

Sofia lives thousands of miles away, sends me more than my imagination could conjure, and does whatever I ask, smiling. Here she is.

A reader in her 40s asks whether I prefer younger women. The honest answer is complicated, and has to do with the difference between 2-D and 3-D.

I keep promising Sofia something simple, and I keep failing to deliver. The why of it is more interesting than the failure itself.

I want to tell you what to do. I want to tell you what to wear. I want you to say “yes” to me.

Thirty minutes with Sofia, and I know exactly how I want each one spent.

Five minutes at a time, five times over, no coming. I like to be precise in my instructions.