This week’s Sex Blog Roundup  at Fleshbot takes a pass on fornication, thankyouverymuch, in favor of other pleasures, with just a few frustrations thrown in to keep things lively.

Those of you who enjoy stalking me will be busy, as I have been making up for the absence of my summer vacation.

Eileen enjoys the view as her beloved Maymay puts to the test all those practice sessions spent bending over for strap-ons and deep throating bottles.

Lily figures me among her regular lovers when accounting her sexual past and present to someone in her sexual future, and thinks twice about my advice on how to handle a flakey man, deciding along the way to give him her ass virginity.

Wendy proves more receptive to my words of wisdom when pondering what to do about a burning crush, even as she naturally does just as I recommended in regard to said flakey man, to varying results.

Welcome back to Rose, whose silence I so enjoyed when she lived in New York, but whose words I have missed since her blog went dark.

As one blog comes back, another goes away. Sadly, we say goodbye (for the foreseeable future, at least) to Avah, who is taking a break from her long-running Designing Intimacy. There are rumors of a new blog in the works; I’ll pass that on when and if she deems it appropriate to do so.

Finally, here’s a shout out to soul sister Selina, who celebrates her birthday today. May each year be more adventurous than the last—which, considering Selina’s annual output of adventure, is a tall order as blessings go.

Speaking of birthdays, my daughter Lillie shares Selina’s astrological sign (they are each Leos, hard as that may be to imagine of these shy, retiring types). This week, we celebrated the arrival of Lillie’s eighth year in accordance with her wishes—dinner with Bridget at “the Italian restaurant, the one with the chocolate cake,” and a party play date with her BFF, Harper.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Lillie instructed. “I want surprises and a piñata.” She giggled at that—Collie and Lillie utilize the word “piñata” as a top-secret euphemism for “penis.”

Nothing gets by me. Still, I recognize that sometimes a piñata is just a piñata.

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