While a slew of young women (and one sex doll) are eager to auction off their virginities to the highest bidder, there are others who are holding on to their V-cards for dear life. Some even into their golden years and beyond. We honor them, these chaste few who are (mostly) proud to call themselves the world’s oldest virgins.
According to the April 2013 issue of Details, our celebrity sexual fantasies are dominated by Ryan Gosling and Mila Kunis. No surprise there. I get it. All these people are thoroughly fuckable. I’m just wondering how Bradley Cooper eeked his way onto there. Has nobody seen those pictures of him getting a perm? See a larger version here. [Boy Culture]
There is unrest within the Brony community, folks. Let me set the scene for you: Brony falls madly in love with “My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic” star Twilight Sparkle. Smitten brony decides he will wed Twilight Sparkle, becomes jealous of her other fans. Brony pens angry letter to Deviant artist Kevinsano, who makes erotic art of Twilight Sparkle. We read excerpts from the letter. Here’s a teaser:
“Twilight is my fiancé, we’re planning on getting married next June of July should everything go as planned financially speaking. And yes, I have actually found a wedding chapel that will let me marry someone that most people would consider a fictional character. Now before you go thinking “This guy is either completely crazy or just screwing with me” please hear me out on this …”
You should probably read the full letter after the jump because it gets so much more intense after this. I wonder what people in remote parts of Africa would think of this letter. [AV Club] Keep reading »
I’m no sexual stunt woman. I didn’t even know female ejaculation existed until about five years ago. At the time, it seemed like nothing I needed to worry about. You’d probably have to really put in an effort to make something like that happen, I figured. I had more important things to do. But then it happened to a friend of mine quite unexpectedly, as she was doing it with a boy toy, and my interest was piqued. Keep reading »
For the last week or so, I’ve been somewhat convinced that I’m pregnant. For the most part, this belief was paranoid, but also not entirely outside the realm of possibility. I had a proper French affair when I was in Paris a few weeks ago and at one point there was a broken condom situation, though we realized it was broken and replaced it with a fresh one prior to, ahem, any fluids reaching their apex, so to speak. But I know how babies are made and I’m a total hypochondriac, so when my period failed to arrive on the day it was supposed to, and the day after, and the day after that, and I started feeling gassier than usual, well, I began to panic. I started to type “gas sign of” into Google and the search engine, seemingly reading my mind, autofilled the rest with “early pregnancy.”
Oh god, I thought. It was all but confirmed. Keep reading »