After my divorce, I had to get back into circulation. I went to a club some friends had been telling me about in downtown Manhattan.

I thought dancing would help jump-start my libido. With some of my friends along, I knew the transition would be easier.

I got there and it was crowded — so crowded I couldn’t find my friends. All I knew was that I was surrounded by cool people who were a little sweaty, very hot, wearing too little clothing, and dancing really upclose and personal. I was instantly aroused.

Still no sign of my friends, though. Two drinks later, I decided to make my way into the fray of dancing bodies, thoroughly enjoying the view and feel of leather-clad asses. I love that anonymous bumping and grinding on a crowded dance floor; ass and crotch in every direction, and no one is... Read More