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After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

Three ways I use porn, only one of which has much to do with being horny.

Family, blowjobs, women’s clothing, words, and you.

Mara went home to Israel, but she still sent me her orgasm.

A man dies on the street outside Starbucks, and I think about sex, death, and gratitude.

A paralyzed man’s quest to experience sex, a sex surrogate who treats the encounter like a medical procedure, and my frustration that the movie can’t imagine foreplay as part of the assignment.

More porn I find simultaneously hot and repellent.

The second in my series on my tastes in porn — this time, sites featuring actual sex. Turns out what I like most is the thirty seconds before anything happens.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

Life goes on, even when it shouldn’t. Especially when it shouldn’t.