Once a week, Daily Intelligencer takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. I wake up at the same time as the Viking — nicknamed by a mutual friend for his height and heritage. He gives me a tender kiss, longer than usual for a weekday morning. When we get back from the beach, the Viking asks if I want a ladyscaping, something he knows I love. I hesitate, then nod.
Sex with the Family Dog None - Do not Delete Make text smaller Make text larger Nero is staring at me the way a teenage boy gapes at a woman on a topless beach. His eyes reflect light from my desk lamp, letting me know for certain that he is in need. Away from the light, his eyes and his coat blend like a mixture of caviar and coffee grounds. Sometimes he looks downright demonic. I had never thought much about dogs and sex until one morning last year in Central Park. Nero stuck his nose into the rear of a mixed breed bitch whose oblivious owner was letting her roam free.