When I mustered the courage to ask my husband of 16 years if he was having an affair, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “It was just an escape. It will be over with one phone call. You and I are still going to grow old together.” I accepted this explanation. He was crying, for God’s sakes. And then there was that line about love in our retirement years. The performance was totally believable. Keep reading »
Reports have surfaced of a sighting in China of a Barack Obama sex doll, and only one question remains: How can I buy one? Inflatable Obama was spotted hanging out with a bunch of lady sex dolls at the 8th annual Sex Culture Festival in Guangzhou. The First Sex Doll was seen wearing a blue suit, a red tie, and an American flag badge. He also looked like he was having a very good time. So far, there’s been no comment from the White House or Michelle. We’ll be keeping a close eye on this story as it develops. [Telegraph] Keep reading »
I flogged a man last night.
Despite my Bettie Page-lite haircut and a propensity for sexual experimentation, this is not something I have done before. I did have a very brief flirtation with the field of professional dominatrix-ing, but I never got beyond the training phase due to both a poor collegiate work ethic and feeling massively silly. And in my personal life I tend to swing firmly toward the “S” in the “D/S” yin-yang.
But in all my genital adventuring, I have never gone for the type of melodramatic, overwrought boning that I think of as “sex nerdery.” Spank me, call me names, hold me down, but don’t make me wear some kind of pleather costume or call you “master” while you do it. Keep reading »
I’ve been with my boyfriend for just about two years now. How do I keep it interesting with him in bed? I feel like it’s getting dull already. Are we doomed? Read more … Keep reading »
If you asked to touch my slobbering bulldog or my lobster claw, I wouldn’t have a damn clue what you were saying. But that’s because I don’t have this handy-dandy pocket guide to vaginal euphemisms! The number of ways to refer to a vagina as “just a place to put a penis” might alarm me if I actually believed anyone other than Penthouse letter writers refer to my beautiful ladyflower as “beef curtains.” [Feministing] Keep reading »
In Eugene, Or., a hotel owner held a decidedly raunchy party in which she told employee attendees to play a game that involved her husband’s penis.
To find out what that sexy game was, and what else happened at the perverted party, read the rest … Keep reading »
I’m afraid to let a guy to go down on me because I’ve heard men don’t like performing oral sex. Is it true? Read more … Keep reading »
I stiffen as I enter the party, taking it all in. Moms (not MILFS) mill around in pastel lingerie. Nude men pass by, penises bobbing beneath their beer bellies. A DJ to my left plays Kid Rock’s “Cowboy.”
On the spiral staircase, someone’s legs spread in the air and a man stands, humping between them in time to Kid Rock’s backup singers. “Ridin’ at night ’cause I sleep all day. I can smell a pig from a mile away.”
I’m here undercover, reporting on the city’s first all bisexual swinger club. I’ve brought my husband and until now it was unclear if that meant I “owe him one” or he “owes me.” But as we’re whisked away for the tour, I mouth an apologetic “thank you” in his direction. Keep reading »
I guess Diesel got tired of its “Be Stupid” ad campaign and decided to just, you know, be stupid instead for its latest. The latest round of images to vomit forth from Diesel’s ad labs features a lot of people in their underpants. Sometimes their underpants come bearing slogans, like, “Today, I am your nurse,” “Today, I am your patient,” and “Tonight, I am your prisoner.” Today, I am confused by these messages. Are these supposed to help those among us who have difficulty expressing themselves when it comes to sex and, therefore, would rather express themselves through messages on their underwear? You tell me. But don’t tell me with your underpants. [Fashionising] Keep reading »
Slate’s Dear Prudence has gotten a letter from a woman with a real problem on her hands: her man has a tiny penis. She’s 30, and he’s a great guy, but his penis is so small, after Googling the matter, she came to the conclusion that he may have a “micropenis.” What’s the problem? “When you can’t feel anything during the act, that’s a problem.” We’re going to have to agree on that one.
Find out what Prudie advises, and then tell us in the comments what you’d tell the woman with the man with the small penis. Keep reading »