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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.

The best sex bloggers, all in one place.

This isn’t all the ways I want to lick your pussy. But it is ten ways I want to lick your pussy. Please. (You won’t regret it.)

A listicle, of sorts.

I’ve finally learned not to give my wife a blender on Valentine’s Day.