The old cliché warns against judging a book by its cover, and this is especially true when sizing up a lover. You just can’t tell how sexually adventurous a person is by looking at them. Appearances don’t always deceive; sometimes they just obscure the truth. And I’ve learned over the years that just because she looks Amish, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a vibrator the size of a jackhammer under her bed. Keep reading »
In the spirit of Columbus, Magellan and Lewis and Clark, I spent my teenage years as a fearless explorer of uncharted carnal terrain, reporting back to my tight-knit group of girlfriends with play-by-plays and handy tips from my randy sexual exploits. I was the ﬁrst in my high school crew of gals to do pretty much everything: kiss a boy, get felt up, get naked, get ﬁngered (in a movie theater), receive oral sex, give oral sex, and ﬁnally, have sex (on the ﬂoor of my high school boyfriend’s parents’ basement). A new world of experiences was opening up, and I took on my role as trailblazer with fervor, drive and anthropological scrutiny. That ﬁrst night on the basement ﬂoor, I remember thinking to myself, Wow, the cavemen did this! Keep reading »
Monday morning at The Frisky offices is all about weekend hookups, natch. Today, I had to share all about the guy who wanted to be called “sir” in bed — as in “Please, sir, may I have another?” Calling a guy “sir” in bed feels so formal to me. But I suppose if I’m going to ask a guy to call me a “slut” in bed then I cannot be too picky. I would draw the line at calling a man “daddy,” however. That’s just too much for me. Amelia gamely admitted a guy once asked her, “Who’s your daddy?” I would probably have told him “Mr. Wakeman” and then leapt out of bed to scrub my brain clean.
What’s the weirdest thing a partner has asked you to call them in the bedroom? Did you oblige or were you too uncomfortable? Tell us in the comments! Keep reading »
You haven’t made it until you’ve gotten a parody porn —that’s how we know “Bridesmaids” is a smashing success! Next time your boss isn’t looking, check out this “Bridesmaids” parody porn trailer. There’s girl-on-girl kissing. There’s a terrible Irish accent. And there’s really, really, really bad acting. Congratulations, Kristen Wiig, you’re a star! [BuzzMedia] Keep reading »
You know who doesn’t get enough appreciation around here? Those hardworking folks we jerk off to. I mean, talk about a group constantly overlooked year after year on Labor Day. Most of them toil away busily in our brains, meeting our every sexual need, and what do they have to show for it? Nothing. That’s where ThankYourWank.com fills a much-needed gap in the masturbation-related gratitude industry. Not only can you post photographs of that girl who sits next to you in Comp Sci — which we’re sure her family and future employers will appreciate — but you can also thank celebrities who star in your sexual fantasies. (Let me say it loud and clear so I can never be accused of not being appreciative enough: CLIVE OWEN, THANK YOU.) Basically, Thank Your Wank is just a masturbation-themed Hot Or Not knockoff. But at least you can get weekly email alerts about how many people have gotten themselves off while thinking about you. [ThankYourWank.com via YourTango] Keep reading »
If you have gay male friends, you’ve probably heard them mention Grindr at least once, if not a thousand times. For those of you not familiar with the app, it uses GPS technology to track other gay men in your vicinity available for “meetups.” Basically, you can look on your phone and find out which men are in the same bar, on the same block as you at the same moment. You can check out their stats and photos, chat, and decide on a meeting place if you choose. According to one of my single gay friends, this app has “revolutionized his dating life.” Another calls it “a slutty hookup heaven.” Soon, we’ll be able to draw our own conclusions. This week, the company is launching a version of the app for heteros called Project Amicus. Keep reading »
I do a lot of grumping and grousing here at The Frisky. But when companies do something awesome, I like to give credit where credit is due. K-Y jelly has some new commercials going on the air in September for it’s K-Y Intense lube and one of them features a lesbian couple. (They’re actors.) The two women are shown in their bedroom talking about their great relationship and then under the covers, post-sex. As blogger Vanessa Valenti wrote on Feministing, “It’s perhaps the only ad I’ve seen referring to lesbians having sex that doesn’t portray them as oversexualized, objectified and not really gay but just performing for dudes’ pleasure.” I couldn’t have put it better. Good job, K-Y, and may your K-Y Intense lubricant be just as amazeballs as you claim! [YouTube via Feministing] Keep reading »
In case you were wondering what Marliyn Manson’s up to these days, he was spotted leaving Hollywood’s Chateau Marmont Hotel with a mannequin, I mean performance artist Narcissister. She plays a convincing blow-up doll. The merkin is a nice touch. Very “Lars and the Real Girl.” [ONTD] Keep reading »
I’ve long called it the orgasm curse — that thing that happens after great sex with a guy. He immediately goes from an insignificant satellite orbiting your universe to the goddamn sun itself. But why? He didn’t even do anything that impressive. You still find him as annoying as you did an hour ago, but you can’t stop thinking about bearing his children. Logically, you know this is completely nuts, but you can’t seem to stop it.
A new study done at Rutgers University explored what exactly goes on in our bodies during orgasm that makes us insane. Keep reading »