Swinging

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

The Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.

What I really missed wasn’t sex — it was seduction.

Noms de whatever: the evolution from hiding behind “Grey” to being liberated by “N. Likes.”

Sex is best when we use one another ruthlessly, and that’s precisely why it’s so hard with the people we love most.

Checking the “bi-curious” box on a swingers site: half the men think you’re going to rape them, the other half wish you would.

The perils of being a slut who writes about it: everyone feels special to me, but the blog makes everyone look the same.

A night out with a new couple gets off to an inauspicious start.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.