As city dwellers, we live in a “concrete jungle” surrounded by millions of strangers (any one of whom might secrete a pheromone so powerful it ignites an animal-like lust that threatens to erupt from our bodies).  In that sense, New York is more like a “human zoo.”  We find ourselves on overcrowded subway cars packed like sardines, feeling more like caged panthers in heat.  Clawing and scratching, we’re on the prowl:  the predators eager to pounce, the prey ready and so willing to be devoured!

We’re known as “the city that never sleeps” because we work hard,  and we play even harder!

Long before Lady Gaga even dreamed of going into the recording booth with R. Kelly, I could cast a look and reel a guy in without saying a word.  My eyes do all the talking.  “You can’t have my heart and you won’t use my mind, but do [whatever the fuck] you want with my body.”

If I do open my mouth, you might expect to hear something along these lines:  “You like what you see, no?  Want to see more?”

Call it a one night stand, or maybe you prefer one hit wonder.  I’m talking about throw me down, cut to the chase, hardcore sex.  No.  Strings.  Attached.

It’s all fun without the hassle of being tied down (unless, of course, you enjoy being gagged with your hands cuffed to the bed post) until someone falls and gets hurt.  One minute you’re lucky in lust but after time passes, you find yourself in a one-sided romance.

That’s why the rules of engagement require you follow what I like to call the “Law of the Jungle.” You must be able to establish and respect boundaries.  Be honest with each other about emotional needs (or lack there of).  Communicate.  Negotiate.

At the end of the day or night (as is often the case) a “no strings attached” encounter is merely a business transaction.  He’s got the goods.  You’ve got the services.  I would, of course, always be sure to insure my products because once an exchange goes down, some things are NOT always refundable or covered by warranty (if you catch my drift).  #UseProtection.

But, I digress.  You’ll notice I do that a lot.  Have fun, shoot a video if that floats your boat, and smoke ’em if you got ’em!