Suck my cock

I keep going back to New York’s oldest sex club — not because it’s hot, but because somewhere deep in my soul I think sex is bad, and at Le Trapeze, sex is everything.

Isabel is shy, but she does as she’s told.

Some days I can find beauty and desire in nearly everyone. Other days, the world looks like a drive through monotonous suburbs dotted with strip malls.

It started badly — standoffish, defensive, closed. But her pussy was wet, and my cock was hard, and the evening improved from there.

There’s so much more sex I don’t have than sex I have. Sometimes I wonder if it’s not the rejections I crave even more.

I can predict the outcome of a date with near-perfect accuracy, which only raises the question of why I sometimes go on the ones I know will be bad.

V and I fuck in the big room, surrounded by sharks. I fall down on my job of protecting her.

A note to a woman I haven’t yet met.

The best part of sex is never the sex itself — it’s everything that happens in our heads, and on paper.

She doesn’t know me, but she nails me in three minutes flat — and then I ruin it.