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I can’t look away from her legs.

The sting of rejection is a gift I’d never get if I were monogamous. I’m not sure I’d call it a gift I *want*, but it’s one I need.

So many sex blogs burn bright and fast, then vanish. A shout-out to the ones I loved and lost.

I press the bar again. And again. And again.

I hope I’m not the only man whose commute sounds like this. (I hope I am.)

Her lips defy anatomy, and my imagination.

Doug Gansler’s defense of letting his son’s underage party rage on reveals something far worse than bad parenting: the “boys will be boys” logic that makes girls responsible for not getting raped and boys blameless for raping them.

I’ll take it — #30 out of 100 sex blogging superheroes, and one of the few on the list who’s actually, you know, a sex blogger.

I keep returning to the same dry well, hoping the people least capable of empathy will somehow deliver it.

Two words that make your pussy tingle and my cock hard, even if they scare me a little.