I am a very noisy lady … in the sack. My sex motto is “go loud or go home.” I realize that not everyone gets off on noisy sex, but for me, it is essential to my enjoyment. Screaming, moaning, dirty talk, or all of the above builds my mental and physical excitement during sex.
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It has been a big year for me. I switched jobs; I moved to another city; and finally removed myself from a lengthy and unhealthy relationship. I’ve always known that as one door closes, another one opens. And after going through that grueling breakup, I met and fell in love with the man of my dreams. Meeting “The One” — corny, yes, but bear with me — has been so rewarding and enlightening, especially given the stark contrast between him and my ex. The biggest difference: “The One” is a man, and my ex is a woman.
I met “Her” at work. Keep reading »
“It’s not really a shock.” When a famous person dies from causes related to drug or alcohol addiction, this, or something similar, is one of the more common responses people have. While there are plenty of crueler things people can and do say, this bored and blase lack of surprise over the death of a human being tends to bother me the most.
That is because my father is an addict. He’s been an addict my entire life. And to not be shocked by someone’s death at the hands of addiction would mean I would have to have to reached some sort of placid acceptance that my dad will also inevitably suffer the same fate — that his getting “better” is out of the question. Keep reading »
I’d had sex in cars, on floors, in the green grass. I’d had kinky sex, vanilla sex, drunk sex and stoned sex. I’d had sex with near strangers. I’d had sex with men I deeply loved. I’d had double-digit lovers in total. But I’d had never had sex in one of the most common configurations known to heterosexual copulators: the position known as “doggy style.”
It was the number one sexual position of my fantasies, which, admittedly, did not always include penetrative sex. But when they did, it was always from behind. Keep reading »
According to a new study done at Temple University, about 60 percent of women have faked it at some point. An orgasm that is.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t one of them. I fake it often.
The big mystery plaguing scientists is why? Why are women pretending to get off if we’re not? Originally, researchers believed it was to stroke the male ego, but this study found that our reasons for faking have more to do with us. Most women surveyed faked it to mask a fear of intimacy, to get sex over with, or to increase their own sexual satisfaction. Keep reading »
As I boarded the plane to Las Vegas, I vowed to keep the judgment to a minimum and the laughter to a maximum. I can endure anything for one weekend, I reasoned, taking comfort in the thought that there was no way my cousin’s bachelorette weekend could be as bad as the one in the film “Bridesmaids,” as long as I refrained from mixing pills and booze. I reminded myself why I was there: to celebrate the love in my cousin’s life.
I took an aisle seat next to one of the other bridesmaids, who looked remarkably like Heidi Montag, minus the size H breasts.
“So, are you dating anyone?” she asked, first thing after hello. Keep reading »