2012

This blog creates a distorted picture of me as a hypersexual free agent. The truth is far more complicated, and far more interesting, and it starts with T.

A reader has questions about Le Trapeze, sex addiction, and going to a swing club while pregnant. I have answers.

She read my blog, put two and two together, and offered me a blowjob. I have a policy about that.

A mother and daughter, competing for my gaze.

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.

A reader shares a vivid, detailed account of her orgasm — the first in what I hope will be an ongoing series.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

I threw S under the bus, and she called me on it. Now I’m earning her trust back, one picture at a time.

A detailed set of instructions for an afternoon together.

A bit of housekeeping.