Wicked Wednesday

V notices the secret language of her own body on the subway.

The encounters all read the same, but they don’t feel the same. That’s a writing problem, not a living problem.

The list goes on.

A farewell to e[lust], and to the tireless Dangerous Lilly, who made the sex blogosphere a little smaller and a lot more connected.

A long, breathless tour of everything running through my mind on the way down, and while I’m there.

C’s delightfully compliant, and she writes about her orgasms almost as well as she has them.

A far-away woman sends me her orgasm, and it’s a whole different animal.

Four modes of porn consumption, only one of which doesn’t leave me feeling like a hungry ghost.