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Sofia’s pussy used to be mine. Now it’s not — or not entirely. The story of how that happened, and how we both feel about it.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

The brown in her left eye is the sexiest thing about her, and she doesn’t even know it.

Six orgasms, a handful of photos, and the promise of more to come.

So many posts to write, so little time.

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.

It’s a tradition!

I called Angela a slut, imagined her fucking other guys, and managed to turn my own fear of rejection into an insult. I owe her an apology.

Hy and I swap blog recommendations again — this month, I’m drawn to the cold, almost sociopathic detachment of a john in Amsterdam, and to the sharp voices of sex workers writing about their own lives.

Pandora knows me better than I know myself.