Working as a journalist overseas is filled with excitement, danger, and — in my experience — very hot sex.

Although I missed out on marrying, having kids, and putting down roots like my childhood friends, I’ve lived life on the edge, willingly entering war zones to get the story, and sometimes putting my life at risk. That intensity is what makes fucking both a necessary form of temporary relaxation and a passionate, intense, and sometimes danger-filled experience.

One of my first real stories was about human trafficking in Southeast Asia. I went there on my own as a freelancer looking to find a story to sell, and I was scared as hell, though I made sure not to show it. When I got to my hotel, I immediately got in touch with my fixer, a local guide who would give me advice and act as a... Read More