The good, the bad, the ugly – all of my recorded sexual thoughts & actions in print for posterity. I think that's a good thing (?). But really, you should check this book out – not because of my content (if you come here you've read all of that already) but because it's a wonderful compilation of amazing talent, sordid tales & stimulating kink. I thoroughly enjoyed every bit and am quite honored to be included among such interesting, witty, talented, funny and all-around remarkable lovers of sex & fun. In other words, buy this book!

Forgive the long absence, loyal fans – the nympho has been recovering from serious surgery. But I'm back – and better than ever. As I currently appear to going through a phase in my sex life that I like to term "the Sahara-Fucking Desert" I must come up with new things to post here for you all. It's just no fun for me going months without posting, and, I'd imagine, even less fun for those of you that come to read about my sex life regularly. In lieu of actual sex, I've decided to add a new category to the fray – "Carnal Contemplations". This is simply thoughts I've conjured…

My first boyfriend and I lived together for four years and had the wildest sex life I've had with anyone to date. We were both nymphos, and kinky ones at that with an open approach to sex that was as healthy as it was fun. We'd try just about anything once, and neither of us had any hang-ups about experiencing pleasure in whatever form it could be found. In other words, we were/are both bisexual. For those that don't know it, there is something absolutely amazing about bisexual men, and women that think it's too-unmasculine or consider it an unattractive thought are truly missing out. Perhaps it's that I've always…

My best friend once said of me, "You're the only person I know who proudly displays their vibrator in their soap dish." I really believe this had more to do with the fact that I'm rather lazy than anything related to my unquenchable thirst for all things sexual. Still, while it may not be evidence that I am a true nympho (but am a slovenly housekeeper), it certainly is an indication of my sacred bath time ritual. When I was a young teen, I spent many hours masturbating – more than once a day, too. I often daydreamed of when I'd be a grown woman and how I would have…

I don't normally talk about newsworthy events on this blog, but this particular headline really caught my attention. I was outraged to read about the arrest of Joanne Webb, as I'm sure many of you were. All I've read on the subject, even comments from residents of Burleson, TX, is that this is not about Joanne breaking the law but about her obvious comfortableness (and openness) about being a sexual and sexually-charged being. That's right, folks, Joanne Webb is in hot water not because she was selling sex toys but because the ultra conservative town she lived in couldn't stand the thought of a true-blue nympho living in their midst.…

Life's funny sometimes. I have another blog, a regular old-bitch-and-rant fest, my day-to-day life and gripes type of thing. I post to it almost every day. This blog, being rather subject-matter-oriented, I don't tend to post to as much. I can bitch about anything in the other blog. This blog is about sex, and I want to keep it that way. I don't get as much sex as I used to, so I tend not to post as much. I really hate that, because this was my first blog and it has a special place in my heart. Back to the point, though. Because the other blog is a near…

If I wake up with a slight moan, caress your arm and tell you I've been dreaming about having sex with you all night – what would your reaction be? If the next words out of my mouth are a low and breathless, "Baby, I want you," do you think we'd end up being late to work that morning?

My body knows what I need even more than my mind does. Last night I dreamed about sex all night. The first dream I remember was being in a room with two blonde, naked chicks. We were all sitting on opposite sides of the room, and we were all extremely horny. Well, I knew I was and I assumed they were as well as they kept rubbing their clits and fucking themselves with vibrators. Good enough guess, eh? I kept wishing they would come over and get dirty with me, but none of us ever advanced towards making a move. Could this dream be a representation of sexual frustration???? Nah.…

I promised details – and I always deliver. Friday night arrived in a cacophony of mayhem – I had to work late and was, therefore, running late. I'd had possibly the most stressful work week of my life and was ready to kick back, relax, have a drink, and view some new sex toys (not necessarily in that order). Oddly enough, I and my two friends arrived just on time. There were about 10 women there, most of whom I knew vaguely, and we all sat in a big circle in the living room around what, at first, appeared to be an altar to Aphrodite. It was covered in assorted…

A dear friend of mine created a mock resume for a male entertainer/trained satyr. I thought it was too funny, and thought you might enjoy it as well… Objective To entertain, and woo the hearts of all women. Experience 1990–1994 Natural Mystic – Natchitoches, LASales Manager Increased sales of cock rings by a quarterly average of 26% Suggested new products that increased earnings by 23%. Introduced new line of fetish videos of previously unknown genres, which increased sales by an annual average of 12%. 1985–1990 Leroy’s Escort Service – Horse Cave, KYSpokesman/Escort Gained cliental by promoting myself in various shopping malls, super markets, and gas station bathrooms. Introduced the “Kitty…