Le Trapeze, 2015
I first wrote about New York’s oldest sex club over three years ago, and I’ve returned maybe a dozen times,[…]
Read moreI first wrote about New York’s oldest sex club over three years ago, and I’ve returned maybe a dozen times,[…]
Read moreIsabel is shy. Whenever we meet, she’s anxious. Anxious she’ll be seen by someone she knows. Anxious someone will overhear[…]
Read moreIt started badly. Annica offered her cheek, standoffish-ly. Her body language was closed, distant. She said I was defensive. But[…]
Read moreI don’t think I ever told you about Juana, the raven-haired beauty who disappeared after a scorchingly hot lunch date,[…]
Read moreI don’t have many dates. Most of them are good. Great, even. I tend to go on dates only with[…]
Read moreI’ve said it before: I don’t really like writing sex. The truth is, the actual sensual part of sex, the[…]
Read moreBut she understands me. She tells me my blog is “meticulous smut,” and within three minutes of her first message,[…]
Read moreThere was lots of back and forth. She was interested, then not. Then again, then not. She’s sexy – strawberry[…]
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