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Five hundred posts. That’s a lot of words about sex.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

A perfect heart-shaped ass, freckled shoulders, and I never saw her from the front.

Sometimes the most distracting thing in a meeting isn’t the agenda.

Two U2 songs got me through a bad day. I’m not sure why, but I’m not asking questions.

Real life is in the way. But my cock doesn’t care.

A sister blogger returns, and you should pay attention.

Another questionnaire — this time, about how you’d like me to go down on you.

I don’t usually do these, and now I remember why.