How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Fellatio.

Bukkake Babe, That’s Me! Or is it?

Third adventure in series exploring sexual frontiers.

I DID IT FOR SCIENCE!

That’s What I Told Myself When I Posed for a So-called “Tribute Picture.”

Thank You, Colonel Jim, for Your Service

I can’t remember whether Jim and I fucked for six days and six nights when we’d been dating for 12 days, or whether we fucked for 12 days…

Goodbye Putin, Hello Me

When Being Alone Is Better Than Sex

Broken And Beautiful

It’s a couple of hours since you said you were going to the store. When I call I can tell you’ve had more than a few.

The Sex-Work vs. Anti-Trafficking Debate: Up Close and Personal

What one ex-sex-worker’s adult son’s FB page sometimes looks like.

The Interview

“Have a seat.” She showed me to an empty, black, leather chair with a high back and chrome armrests at a small conference table just…