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 »
“Most unusual sexual experience?” I asked my man as I was straddling him in bed one evening. This may sound like a strange line of questioning, but we like to give each other intimate interviews. It is part of our oddly arousing foreplay.
“A squirter,” he answered.
“Really!?’ I asked, as if he were telling me he sees dead people.
“Yeah, every single time we did it, she squirted.” Keep reading »
My boyfriend and I are visiting a sex shop this weekend in an effort to take our love life to the next level. I bought a vibrator online once, used it a few times, lost interest, and started using my fingers again. Other than that, I am basically a sex toy virgin. And so is he. But we want to change that. I am determined for us to step into that sex shop as novices and walk out buzzing, vibrating, lubed up pros. Or at least on our way to becoming pros. I did some research, asked around, and made my sexy wish list. After the jump, some user-friendly items to get our toy life started. Your suggestions are more than welcome.
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 »