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So the guy I’m dating DOES NOT LIKE ORAL SEX. Like, he does not like giving or receiving, and in the month we’ve been dating hasn’t let me go down on him even ONCE. He says it is something he can open up on in a relationship, though it’s just not one of his favorite things on the sexual menu, but that he considers it much more intimate than intercourse so isn’t down to go there yet. Have you ever heard of a guy not liking getting blowies? Is he a total freak? And if not, any ideas on how I can get him comfortable enough to at least give it a go? It feels weird to me to be sleeping with someone and have this whole sexual arena that’s off limits. And, please, oral sex is the best. – Oral-less in Oregon
Memo to the ladies: Your boyfriend jerking off to Perfect 10 or the occasional American Apparel ad is not cheating. Masturbating to a hot message that he got from a new 17-year-old “friend” he met on Facebook is. See the difference there? We hear a lot of complaints, especially from women, about concerns regarding their partners’ insistent masturbation. “Would you consider this cheating?” some ask. While no question is a stupid question, such queries do give me pause. Catholic guilt aside, when did self-love become tantamount to infidelity? Keep reading »
I texted him as soon as I woke up.
“What do you want me to wear today?”
I brushed my teeth and washed my face while I waited for him to text me back.
“White button-down shirt. Tuck it in. Your jeans. Flats. Put your hair in a ponytail. Send me a photo.”
I dressed as instructed, then stood before the wall-length mirror in my apartment’s hallway. Smiling into the mirror, I snapped a photo on my iPhone and sent it to Ben*.
Thirty seconds later, a text message: “Very nice.” Then I knew I could leave for work.
Ben was not abusive. I was not being hurt, nor was I unhappy. We were in a dominant/submissive relationship — or playing at one, anyway — and following his orders got me unbelievably, unbelievably turned on. Keep reading »
I’ve never been afraid to ask for what I want in bed. I guess because during my teenage years I figured out I was/am a perv and I just owned it. But in my decade-plus of hooking up with dudes, I’ve come to see being clear about what I want is a bit rare: Guys have told me other women become self-conscious when asking for something risqué or kinky.
So, I’m going to help you out, boys. Here are some things your lady might want, but she’s too self-conscious to ask for. Don’t pressure anything, of course — but if you offer, you may be pleasantly surprised at how enthusiastically she accepts … Keep reading »
I sat on the couch straddling him, our chests pressed together and my hands pulling softly on his hair as we kissed. For the past half an hour, we’d been slowly unpeeling our many layers of clothing and we were down to just my pair of lacy underwear and his boxer briefs. We’d had a lovely third date—I adored that he called me “Ringlets,” just like Sawyer dubbed Kate “Freckles” on “Lost.” As the conversation veered into sexual territory a few times, it became more than obvious that, tonight, we were ready to seal the deal.
“Shall we take this into the other room,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. We stood up and he grabbed my hand, leading me down the hall. I sat down on the side of his bed, and he stood before me. Good lord, he was hot. I began to take off his Calvin Kleins.
“Can I go down on you?” I asked, looking up at him. As soon as I said it, the question struck me as strange. Had I ever asked this before? Was this a question with more than one answer? After all, on our list of “27 Things Men Never Say,” the phrase “I’m not really into blow jobs” came in at number eight.
“No,” he said. Keep reading »
Welcome to the Frisky “Sex Diary,” in which an anonymous person shares the details of her sex life over the course of a few days. Sometimes these entries are filled with revealing romps, while other times there is nary a naked moment in sight. Some of these diarists are frequent contributors. Want to share a page from your sex diary? Email firstname.lastname@example.org. All entries will be anonymous. Keep reading »
“Jennifer” is a recovering sex addict. She’s not addict to drugs or alcohol, but she is addicted to having sex. While the stereotype of a sex addict is a) male and b) someone who engages in random sex, that wasn’t Jennifer’s MO. Instead, she was a chronic cheater, who couldn’t stop herself, carrying on a series of affairs while in relationships or, worse yet, married. “My husband was really good-looking, nice, smart, funny — everybody says he’s such a great guy,” she writes, “but because he was so familiar I was tired of him.” So, she set about finding other men. Keep reading »
We’ve all heard the famous “condoms are too tight for me” line before, right, ladies? Well, according to a new survey from the Kinsey Institute, 45 percent of men are actually telling the truth. Sounds like a suspicious statistic on account of how stretchy those damn things are … but I will give dudes the benefit of the doubt for now. Of the 436 men surveyed, about half reported that condoms just didn’t fit them properly. They also complained of breakage, slippage, lack of pleasure, and peen irritation. To help solve these poor men’s d**k issues, the Kinsey Institute has recommended that condom companies re-brand their sizing in order to accommodate men’s egos. So, a “small” would be a “large,” a “medium” would be an “extra-large,” etc. This new sizing would theoretically allow men to buy condoms that fit them without being embarrassed. Really? Is the male ego that fragile? Does that mean we should start re-branding bra sizes as well? [Asylum] Keep reading »