Two days 'til showtime! This Sunday, a select group of Women Only will gather at a private home in Brentwood, California, to experience the first Erotica For Entrepreneurs workshop. We declare February 17th a Day of Decadence. The foods, the libations, all will...

  Lauren Weedman and I recently completed our first creative collaboration. I wrote this memoir, called Love Junkie. It came out a few years ago. Lauren, who's a hysterical, hyper-talented writer/actress/comedienne, read the book for an audio version. I gave...

  Be Mine. Will you? Silky kisses, dollops of rich chocolate, musky-scented roses. It's that time. Can you feel it? The whisper of stockinged thighs, jewels catching fire in candlelight. February is the month to celebrate love, sex, romance, relationships. Right?...

Carol Steinberg painted her sensual experience. Then she posed this question: "Can you feel the papery translucent skin, smell/taste the onion, hear the brush strokes?" I do. Can you?  I asked if she'd be game to write something too. She wrote this:   The...

Let's Get Sensual! Pleasure, Passion and Feminine Power Party January 2013 Sensual exercise assignment for female entrepreneurs. Take the challenge! Join our community here by opting in -- and then you can send me your sensual exercise for a quick eval, and a...

Rome, Italy. Circa late 80s. Me with my teased-up hair and parachute pants; Fiammetta, my striking and nihilistic Italian blonde Sophia Loren lookalike friend; Bronnie, the Brooklyn-bred wildchild who speaks not a word of Italian; and Santino, a lithe and sexy...

Dear Fiery Writers, Entrepreneurs and other Fabulous Friends, So I'm on a plane. Usually I don't talk to whomever's sitting next to me. Do you? If they're boring, you're stuck for hours. But this time I couldn't resist. The guy to my right was handsome, sharply...

It was the mid 70s. "Free Bird" was our Middle School anthem. We gouged the lyrics into the backs of wooden auditorium chairs, on desks, into lockers. We learned how to French kiss. Everyone carried pen knives and a comb in their back pocket. The "convenient comb" my...

          I was obsessed with eating a durian. I'd heard about this strange SE Asian fruit, a combination of heaven and hell. It was said to stink like corpses fermenting in a city dump while its flesh tasted like the most delicate tropical...