Dear Readers,

Today I was responding to an excited reader who had written in with a particularly challenging experiment for my wife. I was thanking him for writing, and I was thinking about writing in general, specifically how I find that writing desires down on paper (or speaking them aloud) make them somehow realer, and subtly alter the way we interact in the world. Words are more concrete than dreams, and closer to real experience. Typing is an action in a way that dreaming isn’t, and so it’s a lot closer to mad orgies than idle fantasy. All of which is a roundabout way of asking for your help, and by that I mean your own naughty experiments. I’m eager to meet Mr. A’s, Mr. B’s, and Mr. C’s, as well as Susie’s, Yvette’s, and other unknown, better-named women. I’d like to read about experiments women have devised for men, and experiments men have devised for women. I’d like to put you in touch with others eager to live out your sex dares, and I’d like to read about the results of your own. Continue reading Want a sex dare? An open call/moan/groan to readers →

I believe in failure. I believe that success depends upon putting yourself out there and losing occasionally, particularly when it comes to sex. Fate sometimes conspires to keep a fantasy a fantasy, and more often than not you may find yourself at the end of the night alone, but if you’re putting yourself out there, the hundred small disappointments will eventually add up to a success, and you’ll walk through an unexpected door into a room filled with erotic possibilities beyond anything you had previously imagined. Sex will extend your limits if you push its limits. You just have to keep putting yourself out there. Continue reading Sex U: The Alice Experiment, revised →

Several days ago I got an e-mail from a reader named [Alice]:

Your stories are incredibly sexy. I found out about this website when I was sitting at a cafe near my university. A cute little indie girl (large glasses, pixie haircut, a macro-dermal piercing on her cheek) had your website pulled up on her laptop. Now I know it is kind of weird to look at someone’s computer, but when an irresistibly cute girl is smiling and shivering…you kind of want to look. Sadly, I haven’t seen her again, but oh well. I have thoroughly enjoyed your stories, and whenever I read them I end up picturing that indie girl in them. I’m a bit jealous of Lisa for having ‘assignments’!

Continue reading The Alice Experiment, controlled by you →