Over at GuySpeak.com, our very own Mind Of Man, John DeVore, offers up the hilarious “25 Approved Nicknames for My Genital Organs.” On the list? Hercules Meatquake, Whoa’s Ark, King of Wangistan, and Seven and a Half Inches of Fury. That begs the question: What vagina nicknames have The Frisky ladies’ seal of approval? Check out 25 approved nicknames for our genital organs. Keep reading »
Who needs to be a slutty cop or a trampy pirate for Halloween when you can trick-or-treat as the bane of John McCain’s existence? Hustler magazine is gifting their lucky customers with the scariest fright mask of all: a cardboard face mask of adult film actress Lisa Ann, star of the Sarah Palin porn, “Who’s Nailin’ Paylin?” What you and “Todd” choose to do with the former governor of Alaska‘s likeness in bed is up to you. But we at The Frisky kindly request you behave like a proper young lady and refrain from sullying Mrs. Palin’s good name. [The Sexist] Keep reading »
“I’ve never even kissed a woman,” Adam said. One of my best friends on the planet, Adam was unequivocally gay—the kind of caricature personality who lisped, wore pink, plucked his eyebrows, flicked his wrists, and decorated his apartment in rainbows. He was my first call when a guy I was dating was being a jerk, the one who was always up for an impromptu shopping mission or who’d dance with me until the wee hours of the night at an ’80s club. Technically, he was everything I’d want in a boyfriend: smart, funny, kind and gorgeous—too gorgeous to be straight, as the saying goes. But since he was gay, I barely noticed.
But as he said those words, our faces were inches apart and we were locked in that trance-like pull of an inevitable kiss. We were at a party, dancing to New Order. And soon our lips locked and we were full-on making out. As I felt his hands squeeze my butt, I backed up and stared at him. “You’re an amazing kisser,” he said, with a wink.
Next thing I knew, we were back at my place. Keep reading »
We snorted Frappucino out our noses reading Maxim‘s “9 Sexual Mistakes You Made In College,” because we totally boned that guy with un-ironic Power Rangers bed sheets who wore his socks while doing that deed.
Yeah, that guy was a mistake—but, by and large, we look back on our college years with zero regrets. That night with the handcuffs? The trip up our back door? The romp with our Women’s Studies TA? They’re all juicy bits to keep things entertaining when our life flashes before our eyes. Ladies of gentler stock might reflect on their higher education years with shame. But those bitches don’t remember what really happened anyway, because they needed at least three Jaeger bombs just to loosen up. After the jump, sex “mistakes” we don’t regret making in college. Keep reading »
Ask and ye shall receive! A few weeks ago, I posted about the Sqweel, a 10-tongued sex toy that promised to blow my mother-effing mind, and wished that someone would get it for me for Christmas. A few days later, one arrived at my desk. The timing was perfect, as this weekend was rainy and cold in New York, so indoor activities were already on the menu. Did the Sqweel live up to my expectations? Find out, after the jump. Keep reading »
Voodoo Doughnut in Portland, Ore. submitted a racy ad to Bitch Magazine, which refused to run it. The magazine, a self-described “feminist response to pop culture,” explained turning down the ad by stating, “We felt that our readers would feel that the ad goes against our mission statement to be anti-sexist.” Voodoo, where the menu includes Triple Chocolate Penetration and C**k-n-Balls, responded, “I thought Bitch would be happy the woman isn’t plucked and shaved, but all natural like a real woman.” Check out the full NSFW ad after the jump. Keep reading »
You know, sometimes my parents get on my nerves, but I am really glad they never badgered me into going into porn. This mom (I think, unless “Tara” is a dude’s name) seems to think her daughter is passing up her golden opportunity to make loads of cash fast by, you know, f**king for a living. You see, she “wants” more for her child, who “has no real talent outside of her looks” and isn’t going to college. How supportive! [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
Not to get all TMI on you — we’re all friends here, though, aren’t we? — but my husband and I are thinking about changing up our birth control to the ol’ pull-out method. Actually, correction: I’m thinking about it and he’s biding his time, not saying too much, hoping I come to my senses before my prescription for the Pill runs out. But the thing is, I’m beginning to hate the Pill. While I’m not experiencing the emotional side effects that I have in the past — thank God! — I am suffering from what I call the Big Boob Effect. My boobs have grown a whole cup size in the two years that I’ve been taking the Pill on the regular. I’m now a D-Cup, which may sound sweet to some of you, but remember, I went through surgery once before to have smaller boobs, so these Ds are not welcome in my book. In addition, I’ve gained about 10 pounds and no matter how much I exercise, I can’t seem to shed the extra weight. I’ve gone up a dress size in everything, and I’ve had to replace practically my whole wardrobe. I’m a confident person, but lately I’m pretty uncomfortable in my skin and I blame it on the Pill. Keep reading »
Our boys at Asylum have created the handy “10 Things You Should Never Tweet After Sex” guide. Their post-coital Twitter no-nos include “LOL, looks like the condom slipped off, hope she didn’t notice,” “Not as good as her mom, but not bad,” and “It’s confirmed, I’m definitely gay.” Here are 10 tweets the ladies should avoid after doing the horizontal mambo. Keep reading »