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Maryland Attorney General, Doug Gansler, over the summer found himself the host of a party filled with his son’s underaged friends, drinking (heavily, it appears) in celebration of their recent graduation from high school. (Gansler is the dude in the…

Kinkly.com, a web site I don’t know, just told me I’m a sex blogging superhero. To be clear, I’m #30 on their “Top 100 Sex Blogging Superheroes of 2013.” A lot of the top thirty are sex toy review web…

For reasons that I don’t understand, I’m drawn – more than the average bear – to sociopaths. People whose constitution leaves them unable to feel empathy. My closest childhood friend is one. As are several others who play outsized roles…

I’ve written about this phrase before, but my thoughts have evolved. Nowadays, I dish out “good girl” as a compliment happily, freely. (Thanks, V, for teaching me how fun it can be!) I’m still conflicted about it. I don’t like…

Your punishment awaits. It’s what you’ve been craving, seeking, demanding, of me. It will be delicious and excruciating, exhausting and energizing. It will come in flashes of intensity, and hours of arousal. You will quiver and tremble, wince and flinch,…

A white t-shirt, cotton, tight, is pulled down just below her hips, stretched tighter by her thighs, spread just wide enough for her feet to land a few inches wider than shoulder-width, a few inches wider than seems natural, as…

Approach, avoid continues, and I’m reminded of Poison – and my reaction to her. Poison, for those who missed her, is the woman who, years ago, set off the reaction that led to my understanding that I’m an addict. When…

A familiar feeling: a dance back and forth of approach and avoid. Not me: I’m all approach. But she approaches, avoids, approaches, avoids. I’m a moth. It’s my flame.

Is “sex addiction” real? This question obsesses many – clinicians, people who experience themselves as being out of control of their sexual behavior, spouses, partners, friends. But what does the question even mean? This isn’t the first time I’m writing…

They should be everywhere. There’s no woman who doesn’t look hot in a tiny black dress. Ok. Maybe one or two somewhere, but I fucking love them, especially on white women. The contrast of the black with flesh, the way…