After all the erotica I’ve read (my shelves are full to bursting with the stuff) you’d think I wouldn’t run across anything that titillated and surprised me. Arouse, sure – these books are wonderful mind candy. But to run across something, particularly of the vanilla variety, that I’d never read, that made my thighs clench over and over and the slit in between weep...

I’m starting to like The Position more and more. They’ve got some good stuff there. And in my never-ending quest for literate and intelligent sex writing on the web, that’s a Good Thing. Case in point: this month’s Dick-tionary. Reminds me an awful lot of The Book of the Penis by Maggie Paley that I’ve been reading recently. Fun facts for those who love (and love to...

I warned her. That’s all I can say. Months ago, Bast (at my never-ending encouragement – ok, some might call it harassing) picked up the very same little silver bullet that rocked my world. And when my little bullet bit the dust (overuse, you say? Bah! no such thing) I warned her the same thing would happen to her. As you might recall, I went out and promptly picked up the Space...

Of all the places in the world I’ve wanted to go, of all the events I’ve wanted to see, being in Rio during Carnival has always been one of the most pervasive. I’d love to see Egypt, sure, for the pyramids. Ditto to Rome for the Coliseum. But Carnival – it’s for the sex and the music and the sex and the dancing and the sex and the freedom and the sex. Nothing seems...

For the first time in quite a while, I ran across something of interest at Salon. It’s tough, I know, to come up with something fascinating every single day about sex. Some days there’s just nothing new to say. But I digress. This article is about lube. The fun of lube, the importance of lube. It recommends using it every time you have sex. I have to admit, even with my love of lubes...

Contraception. Maybe it’s because it’s such an awful, long, ugly word. Or maybe it’s because it can bring the whole gamut of human reality into play – life, death, sickness, health. Whatever the reason, people hate to think about contraception. They hate to deal with it. They hate discussing it. And all this hate and fear and discomfort often leads to avoidance, taking...

Most of the people who know me in life assume that if I were to get “into” (their emphasis, not mine) BDSM that I would be a dominant. It’s a reasonable enough thesis – I tend to be fairly (ahem) assertive in my day-to-day life. I’ve been at least an equal if not the stronger person in each of my major relationships throughout my life – with my parents...

First off, let me say I’ve always hated Valentine’s Day. I haven’t just hated it when I was single – though I am now, and that always brings and extra edge of bitterness to the whole affair – but I hated it when I was married too. Because the whole holiday just raises unrealistic expectations. The stores fill high and wide with pink satin, red velvet, roses and...

First, at long last, a quickie on my trip with Bast to the peeler bar last weekend. It was her first time ever. I think she was a little disappointed by the action, overall. Most of the girls, while relatively pretty, just sort of swayed back and forth, walked around, took off some clothes. Pretty boring stuff. Made me think that these women are doing the slow-and-sensual thing because they think...

I’ve been officially working too many hours to formulate any great ideas or opinions on anything sexual. Very tired little Vikki. So, I’m subjecting you to yet another hodgepodge of miscellaneous bits that I’ve run across in the past couple of days. First, though, I wanted to mention I got a letter of complaint from one of my visitors over my Vagina Monologues review. She stated...