She's an unresisting puddle of pink flesh. Oh my.

"I'm a Rogue groupie!" emails the deliciously breathtaking Coy Pink (or as some Urban Roguery readers know her, the artist formerly known as Jill). "Your words are enough to melt us (ladies) into unresisting puddles of flesh. Keep it up!"

For me, corrupting innocence is a vocation. Could it be that the tawdry musings of the sexual blogosphere have slowly caressed their unspeakable ways into the libido of this elegant and articulate woman? Could it be that her pulse quickens to the oysters splayed before her as she embarks on a (pink) tide of sensual awareness? And most importantly, people: will she kiss and tell?

Let's hope so!