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Hot, transgressive erotic fiction, and smart writing about writing about sex.

A raw, first-person account of life in a happy ending massage parlor — the polar opposite of yesterday’s recommendation.

A retired prostitute takes on Nick Kristof, and wins.

How does an otherwise honorable person lie, daily, to the person he loves most?

A different kind of lazy Sunday.

Dear Dan: you’re almost always right, except when you tell people to leave — because they’ll just find the same person again.

A woman on the subway I couldn’t stop looking at.

I’m supposed to like burlesque, but I don’t — it’s silly where it should be dirty, and clever where it should be transgressive.

I know what I want. And I ask nicely.

I can’t get hard reading erotica by someone I can’t imagine fucking.