He came back to the apartment after five hours’ absence, pulled me to his lap, lifted up my dress, and spread my legs. While he probed and licked and watched and listened, I writhed and squirmed and moaned and squeaked. At first, I pulled away. I couldn’t handle the sensations. Then I couldn’t get enough. Afterward, juices ran down his wrist and his watch. If he hadn’t help me up, I would’ve stayed crumpled up on his living room floor for the rest of the evening.
I'm Lena Chen, a writer and media producer who's been called a "skank" (by Bill O'Reilly) and "a small Asian woman" (by The New York Times). My favorite part of my workday is the hate mail.
I got started blogging as an undergrad at Harvard, where I started the infamous Sex and the Ivy blog. My life and my Google results haven't been the same since. Nowadays, you can catch me online talking all things sex-related on Sex Really With Lena Chen, a webcast for Bedsider.org, and Sexy Times, a web series debuting in January 2012 on gURL.com. I have mixed feelings toward the portmanteau "sexpert".
