These sunny Southern Florida sex romps make my knees weak and turn me bright green with envy. Admit it: you too would rather be there than wherever you are right now. Unless you’re already there. But then if you were there you probably wouldn’t be reading this right now would you? (Video gallery at VIP Crew)

In many ways my life is like “In the VIP,” with maybe a few little differences:

• I don’t run a porn site
• I don’t take pictures

Um… oh yeah:

• I don’t pay chicks to have sex with me

Perhaps I’ll have to add this to my to-do list. (Gallery at In the VIP)

Another day, another sun-drenched sex party with the VIP Crew. Perhaps we should have the next sex bloggers salon in southern Florida. (Gallery at VIP Crew)

Though the shots above eventually segue into a standard hardcore scene, I find myself entranced by the naked boat party itself. What a tempting melange of skin tones! Now that’s my kind of party, baybay. (Gallery at VIP Crew)

People are under the impression that I’m doing coke off strippers’ asses every night but in truth I’ve mellowed considerably since the Age of Terror began. The debauched galleries at Last Night’s Party capture the manic energy of the old days, when I’d spend several nights each week with the party-all-the-time crowd. Looking back, it now seems like a job but all the same I’m glad someone out there is still burning the candle at both ends. (Galleries at Last Night’s Party)