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A short dress, a dark bar, a sex party, and three marathon sessions between her thighs.

My peak erotic experience was real. My peak erotic fantasy is more revealing.

Bad science, good questions, and the hottest sexual experience I can remember — one I wish I could forget.

A detailed set of instructions for an afternoon together.

A hot night at Le Trapeze. On this evening, I departed from my usual habit of limiting my sexual activity to my date….

I love writing dirty. Talking dirty? That’s another story.

T and I find ourselves with rare, kid-free hours, and spend them in a tangle of laptops, oral sex, emailed fantasies, and the complicated arithmetic of compersion.

The paradox of paying for what you most want: it delivers the act but destroys the meaning.

Intelligence, confidence, complete submission, grammar, yoga pants, and a very long list of other things.

I hadn’t seen the movie, but I placed an ad James Spader might have written — in the “Erotic Services” section of CraigsList.