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N. and Hy swap sex-blog recommendations, and I get to be a dick about word choice.

Hy and I are launching a joint curation project — one smart, hot, well-written post each per month, plus a discriminating shared blogroll, because finding sex writing that’s actually worth reading shouldn’t be this hard.

She knows who she is, and now, so do you.

A woman in a coffee shop, observed.

No one who’s met me would say I’m a “tattoo kind of guy.” But I know exactly what I’d get, and where.

A woman on the subway, observed in close, hungry detail.

Angela slipped off her panties at dinner with clients because I told her to. Then she came for me. Listen.

Angela whimpers when she comes, and it’s almost too much — for both of us.

Ginger lives a plane ride away, but she’s generous with her orgasms. I’m awash in them lately.

What you see here is only what I let you see, at the angle I choose. The question is whether you remember that.