Anyone who thinks painting is dead has clearly not been introduced to Australian artist Tim Patch, who goes by the name Pricasso. He paints portraits, landscapes, nudes, and sexual fare using his peen as his paintbrush. “I dip it in the paint and then apply it to the canvas,” he says. “I videotape all my work because sometimes people don’t believe me.” Pricasso will paint your portrait from a photo for $75, and he also goes to parties, where he’ll paint revelers for $50 to $100 a piece. Fascinating tidbit: he doesn’t paint on canvas, simply because it’s too abrasive. [The Luxury Spot] 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 email@example.com. All entries will be anonymous. Keep reading »
Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark, ladies, and I’m afraid it’s partly our own fault. According to a new poll of 3,000 women, 20 percent of us are “extremely” unhappy in bed, but rather than communicate with our partners about our dissatisfaction, a whopping 48 percent of us fake orgasms, with one in ten women faking the big ‘O’ every single time they have sex! So, what gives? Why are so many of us not opening up with our partners about our needs? Why are we pretending to be satisfied when we clearly aren’t? Do some women just think sex is something we simply can’t or aren’t supposed to enjoy? Why on earth would so many women not get more assertive about their sexual satisfaction? If you’re a faker, maybe you can help shed some light on this issue. What do you accomplish by fakin’ it? [via Daily Mail] Keep reading »
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 »