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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.

A task I set, with very specific instructions.

I want to dress you. And undress you. And in between, a chocolate croissant.

The best sex bloggers on the internet, all in one place.

Behind the scenes, I’m wrestling with WordPress so you don’t have to.

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

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

Technical difficulties abound. Bear with me.