It's time I come out to you, my faithful readers. I smoke pot. I didn't try it until I was in grad school, around age 23, and I smoked intermittently until I moved to California. Suddenly, I had a MMJ card and I could buy, possess, and imbibe it legally.

The first time I walked into a dispensary, I felt like Dorothy landing in Oz. There I stood, awed by the extensive menu of strains, the kind staff members behind the counter, and the plethora of options for imbibing my new medication. I nervously asked what was good, the way I would ask a bartender standing in front of an impressive wall of spirits. The staffer sensed my unease, smiled, and asked, "First time here?"

"First time anywhere," I replied grinning, "you get to pop my cherry."

"We'll be sure to make it a great experience for you," he assured me.

I have to be honest, I've been feeling a little guilty about calling this a sex blog when I don't talk about having sex that often. So since I had a pretty terrific experience last night, it seems only fair to share the hot, steamy, and hilarious (you'll see) details with you, my faithful readers. Shoutouts to Uberlube, Lucky Bloke, and NatureLabs for this delightful sexual escapade. So if you don't want to know the naughty details of my sex life, don't read this!

Do I cum on every single call? The honest answer is: no, not always. I do play with myself during the call so that I can make it as authentic as possible. Now if he wants a scene where I‘m whipping him with my riding crop, that’s not the most conducive to masturbatory multi-tasking. Then again, those scenes tend to not require my orgasm at all. Roughly two-thirds of my clients want to hear my orgasm in any given call. Some are strictly focused on their own pleasure and others want a scene that is more focused on sensation, humiliation, or penetration (of him, not me).