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The sting of rejection is a gift I’d never get if I were monogamous. I’m not sure I’d call it a gift I *want*, but it’s one I need.

So many sex blogs burn bright and fast, then vanish. A shout-out to the ones I loved and lost.

I press the bar again. And again. And again.

I hope I’m not the only man whose commute sounds like this. (I hope I am.)

Her lips defy anatomy, and my imagination.

Doug Gansler’s defense of letting his son’s underage party rage on reveals something far worse than bad parenting: the “boys will be boys” logic that makes girls responsible for not getting raped and boys blameless for raping them.

I’ll take it — #30 out of 100 sex blogging superheroes, and one of the few on the list who’s actually, you know, a sex blogger.

Two words that make your pussy tingle and my cock hard, even if they scare me a little.

The lower half of a woman, and what I want to do with it.

The push and pull that keeps me coming back.