I work closely with an expert named Laura Corn. She's the beyond-fabulous expert on our Have Hotter Sex Message Board (where she takes the phrase "no topic is off-limits" to a whole new level) -- but you've probably heard of her because she wrote the überfamous book 101 Nights of Grrreat Sex.

All of us on the Love & Sex team at iVillage are huge Laura Corn fans; in fact, we're always trying to master the husky phone-sex-like growl on her answering machine when she tells callers to "Have a grrrrrreat day!"

It's always very enlightening when she calls me to check in. She clues me in on interesting new things going on in the sex industry that I otherwise wouldn't hear about.

But sometimes... just sometimes... Laura Corn crosses the line.

You see, here at iVillage Love & Sex, we talk about sex in the context of sex in general. Sex tips. Sex trends. Even sex toys. But we never, ever talk about sex in the context of our own lives. Ever. Never, ever.

And then there's Laura.

Laura scoffs at this unspoken rule and -- because she is a beloved expert -- instead of offending Laura by shouting, "OKAY! ENOUGH! I GET IT!" I sit on the phone and hear all about what she and her boyfriend did last night. (They were especially creative when her boyfriend was injured in a ski accident. Apparently no ski injury is going to stop Laura Corn. She has needs! Just ask her, she'll tell you. ...Or don't ask her. She'll tell you anyway.)

I'll be sure to fill you in the next time I hear from her. But as for this week, we had scheduled a call for Monday afternoon, and instead I just got this email:

Went to the AVN (adult novelty convention) yesterday. Partied until 3. Still hung over.

We're sure to get some very detailed (too detailed?) inside scoop...

Update: Corn Called!