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What Viagra feels like, from the inside.

The demimonde of pseudonymous sex blogging: simultaneous radical honesty and complete secrecy, and the strange discomfort of living as two authentic selves.

She came for me — and for you — and she describes exactly how.

Four nipples greet me, and things escalate from there.

I can’t explain why this is so hot, but it is.

She came when I asked. And she let me share it with you.

She has a power over me, and I have a power over her. I want you to know what she sounds like when she cums.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.

A cab ride across town, and she doesn’t wait until we arrive.

My wife had a great idea, and I ran with it — farther than she probably expected.