Sex

I kind of like looking like a boring straight couple and knowing that when we get back home it's going to be biting and spitting and face slapping.

No, it’s not "just fantasy." Maybe in a better-educated world it would be, but here, it is an active reinforcement of norms.

Get your votive candles ready because we're going to build a shrine.

You see, before I became a soccer mom, I was a sex writer. And a damn good one.

The place where her shoulder blades almost met was suddenly purple, and I tasted blood, slick and tangy, against my lipstick.

Bestiality: five syllables nobody really likes to utter. Especially in the same sentence as tolerance or consent.

Turned on by the sexy beasts of the Super Bowl? You are not alone.

I'm pretty sure I sat in dried urine on MUNI the other day, and the last person I texted is a porn star. Looks like it's Tinder for me!