Sometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.
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Sometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.
Read moreThe woman next to me at the bar.
Read moreWe make eye contact. Quizzical, her eyebrows rise. Who are these people?
Read moreA gorgeous, inscrutable server….
Read moreI sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I[…]
Read moreWhat am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….
Read moreI sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently[…]
Read moreA beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.
Read moreShe oozes sex….
Read moreA long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.
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