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Feeling wicked
Read moreThe thoughts I’m having right now are *not* suitable for polite company.
Dear hyacinth,
Read moreAn open letter to Hyacinth, on the surprising difficulty—and arousal—of trying to write someone wet from 1,500 miles away.
Do this for me, would you?
Read moreA slow, detailed striptease I’d like you to perform for me.
When bloggers crush
Read moreA blog crush, a challenge, and the promise of more.
Sexting, cock shots
Read moreAnthony Weiner’s problem wasn’t his cock. It was that nobody in Congress liked him.
E[lust] #45
Read moreThe smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.
You know that i can’t help but imagine….
Read moreYou sit feet from me, and every small, calculated move you make sends me spiraling.
Ruts and different pages
Read moreRuts are underrated. Being on different pages — that’s the real problem.
Seven-letter words
Read moreA friend challenges me to stop using words of seven letters or more. I’m already failing.
Do you know me?
Read moreYou know what I choose to show you, and almost nothing else.
E[lust] #44
Read moreThe smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.
Speaking the unspeakable
Read morePubescent girls affect me in ways I wish they didn’t. Here are some thoughts about all that.
The public library
Read moreI’m not the only one at the public library with sex on my mind.
Getting and having
Read moreJust like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.
A subway sub
Read moreV notices the secret language of her own body on the subway.
E[lust] #43
Read moreThe best sex bloggers, all in one place.
Ratings
Read moreTell me what you like. Tell me what you don’t. Just hit the stars — no interaction required.
Writing about sex (take 2)
Read moreThe encounters all read the same, but they don’t feel the same. That’s a writing problem, not a living problem.
Writing about sex
Read moreAn odd confession for a sex blogger: the sex is the least interesting part.
She was working from home….
Read moreA midday visit, a pencil skirt, a conference call, and the question of when, exactly, to start fingering her.
