OK, fess up: how many of you think it’s sexy when your partner does housework? Yeah, me neither. I mean, I appreciate it, for sure. But does it get me hot and bothered when my husband runs a vacuum over the living room rug or does a couple loads of laundry? No, not really. But according to a new study of 6,877 married couples, there’s a strong link for both women and men between watching their spouses do housework and getting turned on. One explanation for the correlation is that “housework may be a proxy for a general willingness to invest in shared interests, a symbol of commitment to home and hearth.” I’ve only been married for three months, so what the hell do I know, but good God, shoot me now if there’s a day in my future when “shared interests” refers to sparkling kitchen floors and freshly scrubbed toilet bowls. [via WSJ] Keep reading »
What the GThrust promises sounds enticing — “a G-rush!” — but I don’t get what it is or how it works, even after Hilary explained it to me and two people in underwear fake humped for 5 minutes and 28 seconds. Can one of you figure it out? [Copyranter
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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 »