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Liza dreamed I gave her directions on how to fuck D. I’m happy to make dreams come true.

L and I aren’t fucking, but we are scheming. Help us out?

My web host sucks, and I’m sorry you have to suffer for my poor choices.

A reader asks me a delicious question about stockings, garters, and panty lines. I do my best to rise to the occasion.

A guy tries to pick up a beautiful woman on a subway platform. I watch it all happen, in real time.

Two women, described in the way only a creep would.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.

I’m sorry I haunt you. Now we’re even.

If you liked the hot yoga video, here’s another. And a funny one, too.

L and I haven’t fucked since January, and I miss everything — the strip clubs, the hourly hotels, the parking lots, the bathroom stalls, and the crazy banter in between.