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The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

Every shade of brown, from boot to lip.

I can’t not see you.

The agony of anticipation.

I’m not the only one at the public library with sex on my mind.

Sometimes I say things entirely wrong, and my readers are kind enough to tell me so.

I saw her on the subway. I couldn’t not photograph her.

She makes me dumb, which is unusual — not because I’m so smart, but because almost no one disequilibrates me simply by existing.

Happy March.

The underside of a thigh on the subway.