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A fantasy I might just make real.

A woman at a conference, chewing gum, selling to dentists’ offices, in linen pants that hug her slightly big but unquestionably delicious ass.

A correspondent’s questionnaire, and my answers. Without explanation.

Hy and I bring you two more sex bloggers worth reading: Sinclair Sexsmith and Girl With a One Track Mind.

The unsexy truth about how I schedule sex.

Luna scares me — she’s too hot, too smart, too snarky, and my desire for her is so visceral it makes me stupid and vulnerable in ways I don’t write about well.

Now you can let me hear you come without even telling me your name.

I meet, and prepare to use, Luna.

She’s tall, toned, and joyously kinky — and our date got me thinking about shame, its absence, and why I need it lurking somewhere nearby for sex to mean anything at all.

Have women been faking their orgasms for me? I’d never considered it. A snarky new interest has me wondering.