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Frisky friday #2
Read moreIt’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.
In silence
Read moreA twelve-minute, wordless fuck.
Porn: seeking vs. finding
Read moreFour modes of porn consumption, only one of which doesn’t leave me feeling like a hungry ghost.
The oxford comma
Read moreThe Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.
E[lust] #37
Read moreThe smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.
Frisky friday #1
Read moreA new weekly meme: bring me your sex-related creative output, and I’ll help you share it with the world.
Inappropriate gym-wear
Read moreMy trainer wore a miniskirt and boots to our session. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Remittance girl
Read moreHot, transgressive erotic fiction, and smart writing about writing about sex.
Happy endingz
Read moreA raw, first-person account of life in a happy ending massage parlor — the polar opposite of yesterday’s recommendation.
Honest courtesan
Read moreA retired prostitute takes on Nick Kristof, and wins.
Open letter to dan savage
Read moreDear Dan: you’re almost always right, except when you tell people to leave — because they’ll just find the same person again.
I want to watch you
Read moreI know what I want. And I ask nicely.
I’m offensive
Read moreI seem to have a gift for giving offense where none was intended — and I’m not done yet.
On being sexy, ill, and blogging
Read moreIllness, recovery, and the slow return of desire — for sex, for writing, for being myself.
E[lust] #36
Read moreThe smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.
Folly, part 3
Read moreA belt between your teeth, my tongue between your thighs, and a tap-tap-tap safe signal we both hope you won’t use.
Folly, part 2
Read moreA hotel room, a pillowcase, a tie, a belt, and a dress that doesn’t survive the evening.
Folly
Read moreThe counterpoint to wisdom, of course, is folly. Here’s some of mine.
Conversation
Read moreA late-night conversation that didn’t end nearly soon enough.
Let’s go
Read moreShe rejected my choreography, and I was grateful. Then I pushed her against a roll-down gate and listened to my cock instead of my brain.