Cameron Diaz recently shared her one rule to live by. “One should dry-hump as much as possible. It leads to great things. I’d prescribe at least once per day. What’s also nice about dry humping is that it can happen anywhere,” she told Maxim.
I could not agree with Cameron more. Dry humping is the most underrated sexual activity in my opinion. But sometimes I feel like the rest of the world doesn’t get it. Keep reading »
“I want to kiss your ass,” John Doe whispered in my ear as we made out on my bed.
I thought it was a funny request, but I figured he was into some light dom/sub stuff, so I obliged with a little role play.
“You’d better kiss my ass … you bad boy.” Keep reading »
Last summer, I fell in love with my boxing teacher. I never kissed him. I never spent time alone with him. Though I did have mental sex with him at least a thousand times, and was only left with goose bumps and a weakened mind.
The first time I went to class, Mike wrapped my hands and told me he’d seen me around. He smiled his glowing smile and I thought he looked nice. I couldn’t put my gloves on, but he was more than happy to help. Keep reading »
I was at a party a few years ago, where Mikey, one of my gay best friends, and I were having one of our heart-to-hearts. “Devon and I broke up,” he announced.
“What, why!? You seemed so perfect together,” I gasped.
“Eh, we were both tops,” he sighed. Keep reading »
I was never one of those little girls who begged God to give her boobs. If anything, I desperately wanted them to stop growing. By the time I hit middle school, I was strapping them down into a sports bra that made it look I had a uni-boob around my chest like a tire. I was never psyched that I had big breasts. I liked wearing little boys’ T-shirts with overalls in high school and I remember looking down one day and thinking that I just wanted to be a little girl again—I didn’t want the body of a woman. I couldn’t get dressed without looking either matronly or slutty. There wasn’t really an in-between for me and my boobs. By the time I was 25, they were a 34G. Keep reading »
As a person who considers herself fairly sexually experimental and experienced, I thought by my the time I turned 28, with plenty of boyfriends and partners under my belt, I’d be deep into the wild world of sex toys. Not the case. While I’d always had great sex, I’m embarrassed to confess that I’m a sex toy virgin.
It’s not that sex toys don’t interest me; they totally do. But I’ve just never really gotten around to using them. Keep reading »