Guys, let’s talk foreplay. We’ve recently realized that there are two different kinds pre-sex prep. There’s foreplay — the standard kissing and licking and touching that you know and do so well — that prepares our bodies for sex. And then there’s the foreplay BEFORE the foreplay — the intense eye contact you make for no reason, the nice text you send out of the blue, the way you take our earrings off when we’re changing out of our work clothes — that prepares our minds for the act. We know this might seem like a hell of a lot of foreplay, but if the goal is mind-blowing sex, it’s worth it to do the little things that get our brains hot and bothered. Trust us. Below, some things you might have had no idea women consider foreplay (try them tonight and thank us later). Keep reading »
You might have big plans to dress as James Franco’s character from “Spring Breakers” this Halloween. But really, the only costume that matters is the one you’ll treat you’re date to later that night when you strip down to your birthday suit. If you really want to have a “look at my shit” moment, don’t wait until the last minute to decide what your dick is going to be for Halloween. This Flickr user dressed his penis as a ghost last year. But we think you can do better than that. Click through for some (NSFW!) ideas about how to trick your cock out this Halloween.
“Men cannot like rabbits,” lamented writer Dave Good in his Salon essay about how the pet bunny he adopted was not the chick magnet he dreamed it would be. In fact, the “quiet little guy who lived on salad, used a litter box, and slept under the bed” ruined his sex life. “Somewhere in mid-stream,” he writes of the one time he was able to lure a woman back to his place for sex, “the bunny snuck under the bed and began madly pounding the floor with its feet — rabbitspeak for danger — which scared my date. She left, and I never saw her again.”
That does sound unsettling — to hear a bunny pounding away under the bed while you’re getting pounded. But we’re not entirely sure the problem is the rabbit. Rather, that Dave lets it live under the bed. That doesn’t seem normal. And … we can’t help but wonder if he cleans the litter box often enough. Women don’t dislike bunnies, but we do hate the smell of rabbit scat. Some things that will make it absolutely impossible to do the deed. We’re willing to look past that moldy dish towel for one night, but it’s hard to ignore a bunny under the bed. Below are some more vagina killers that have sent us running. Keep reading »
You never need an elaborate explanation to turn down sex. “I’m not in the mood” or “I don’t want to” are perfectly acceptable — no further details necessary. But usually there’s a more specific reason we don’t want to hit it. Often it has nothing to do with you and your inherent sexiness. Like, we had brussels sprouts for lunch and our lower abdomen feels like a Whoopee cushion about to explode. That’s an awfully awkward thing to have say out loud. But maybe it will help you to know the truth. Here are some more really embarrassing reasons we say no sex. Nothing personal. We swear. We’ll be ready to go again after we’ve spent 24 hours farting in our bed…alone. Keep reading »
The condom broke or –shame on you! — you didn’t use a condom and something is itchy/burning/funky down there. We’re not judging you. What’s done is done. There’s no use in freaking yourself out to the point of a nervous breakdown. There’s no to spend hours on the web Googling “red bumps” and “discharge.” Don’t fall down the self-diagnosis wormhole. It’s a scary place to be. The best case scenario? It’s nothing serious. We’re definitely not doctors and we highly recommend you see your gynecologist or go to the local clinic right away if you think you might have a sexually transmitted infection. But in the interim, we urge you not to panic. Here are a few other things that might be going on down there (from real women who have experienced them all): Keep reading »
Seasons have changed, which means it’s time to freshen up your sex routine. No more sweaty, summer romps on the menu. Onward to fall, the season of snuggling, s’mores, and Jack O’ Lanterns…which make great… OH! You’ll just have to click though and see what kind of dirty things we dreamed up for you to do with a pumpkin. Here are some totally fun (and slightly ridiculous) sex games to keep your bedroom nice and toasty this autumn.
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You might remember this woman with the butt plug tail as Rachel from Season 3 of “Laguna Beach.” Nowadays, she is Tasha Reign, a Penthouse model, porn star, sex columnist and creator of Reignbow Pony Plugs. As described in a press release received by Jezebel, the Reignbow Pony Plug is a “whimsical handcrafted anal plug with a luminous twist of Reignbow sparkle through the center and a vibrantly colored, flowing Ponytail.” Sound exciting? Good. Because they will be “galloping into a town near you today” (according to the website) and come in four vibrant pony tail colors … so you have options. If pony play isn’t exactly the kind of horsing around you’re into, here are some more butt plugs that appeal to every sexual spirit animal. [Jezebel]
Activities are wonderful, but sometimes, it’s fine to want to shut the world out for a couple of days, and make some serious time for you. Don’t be afraid of FOMO, either. There will always be another party, another pub crawl, another picnic. The time you’ll spend indulging in the things you want to do, alone, are well worth it. Here’s a handy list of awesome things to do this weekend!
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When will fashion finally catch on to the fact that cultural appropriation is not style inspiration, it’s flat-out racism? At this rate, probs never. The latest offender is Nicholas K, who walked this headdress look down the runway just a few hours ago on the first day of New York Fashion Week. How many times are we going to have to talk about this before the fashion industry gets it?
Never before has “MasterChef” had a proper villain like Krissi Biasiello, the single mom from Philly who admits to “having some evilness goin’ on inside.” While we don’t laud her racist tweets, we do appreciate a cooking show contestant who can fry up a batch of calamari while wearing door knocker earrings and shit-talking her competition, despite her crippling fear of heights. Krissi, we pay tribute to your unkind words (spoken with the thickest Philly accent we’ve ever heard) and the Krissi-missile, your delicious scalloped potato flowers (“pommes du Krissi”).
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