My wildest sex story comes from my college years. I was poor and paying rent in NYC was hard. No parental support, a full course load, and a part-time job left me exhausted and struggling to stay afloat. My dependence on tequila and partying didn’t help matters, but I had to let loose somehow.

My upbringing wasn’t great. So, when I realized I was coming up short on rent, I fell back on a few childhood skills my dad taught me before he left the picture. I stole.

I wasn’t burgling houses or anything. I was just picking pockets here and there, swiping wallets from the big-time money guys who visited the swanky bar where I worked. Stealing from customers was risky, but I was young, desperate, and a bit of an idiot, and for a few months, the plan worked perfectly. I dipped into pockets on my way to and... Leer Más