We already told you about “Not The Cosby Show XXX”, “Celebrity Pornhab with Dr. Screw”, “Keeping It Up With The Kard-ASS-ians”, “This Ain’t Star Trek XXX”, and reports on the trend of porn companies like Hustler Video looking to television for inspiration, writing:
The twist now is going the extra mile to invest projects with better production values that actually have scripts and genuinely resemble the source material. There are stories, plots and even sex-free versions to accentuate the parody– however incongruous that might sound — on Blu-ray editions.
Uh, sex free versions? Now what’s the point of THAT? [Variety] Keep reading »
Whoever thought of the premise for Katherine Heigl‘s orgasm in The Ugly Truth (her awful-looking upcoming flick with Gerard Butler) should be fired.
Hot blonde woman randomly receives a pair of remote control vibrating panties in a package at her front door, puts them on for a date, which somehow turns into a business meeting, and then starts orgasming in front of all her business colleagues when a little boy stumbles upon the remote control. Um, what? Bish, please! Like we said, pink slip.
Show them how it’s done, Meg Ryan. We compiled the best orgasms we could find on the YouTubes. Keep reading »
I’ve never seen the do’s and dont’s of casual sex boiled down as succinctly as they are in this funny video from Current. Suggesting you to think of a friends-with-benefits relationship much the same way you would a temp job, the clip advises you to “make sure the person hiring you, knows they’re hiring you to be a temp,” “don’t assume you’ll go perm,” “always look for a better gig,” and “don’t take a temp job at place you used to work full-time less than three months ago.” Full clip above. Keep reading »
In what must surely be the slowest of news days, the Daily Mail brings us an article today shedding light on the “disturbing” trend of girls kissing girls. Perhaps you’ve heard of this before? According to the article, same-sex kisses among teen girls has practically become a rite of passage ever since that shared kiss between Madonna and Britney Spears at the 2003 MTV Video Awards. “More than anything, the kiss gave the veneer of acceptance to what would previously have been considered unacceptably risque public behavior, and made a particular type of lipstick lesbianism almost fashionable.” Funny, I went to college years before that infamous kiss and girl-on-girl smoochin’ was “an almost fashionable rite of passage” back then. Keep reading »
This week, I got a letter from a lady with a spicy sex life:
“My guy was cooking and I pulled him away from the kitchen to get it on. He had been cutting up peppers and in the heat of the moment didn’t think about it and touched my ‘hot’ spot. Then I actually started to feel a lot of burning — I was wondering if it could cause any damage.”
Ooooh, I can’t resist a man cooking either. I’m not a real doctor, but my guess is if your crotch isn’t still burning, it’s OK. Vagina, you’re gonna make it! Although, if you do still feel a ring of fire, see a gyno please.
For the record, both your mouth and your vagina are mucous membranes. So, in my opinion, if your mouth can go on unscathed after a slight burn, so can your poonani. Now, with that being said, obviously, not every vegetable is meant to go in your hoo-ha, in fact some would probably argue that none should. But why let mouths have all the fun! Here are some tips for food you can actually enjoy…. Keep reading »
Ummm… file this under “who even came up with this?!” I don’t know if the “Girls Wearing Seat Belts” fetish actually exists or if someone is just trying to mess with our minds, but Jalopnik posted a gallery of this exceptionally odd fixation. Albeit, most of the images don’t feature your everyday girl buckling up cause it’s the law––rather they are scantily clad women whose privates are only covered by the belts. But I still just don’t see the appeal. Maybe it’s like bondage light? Check some of the most interesting pics after the jump. Keep reading »
Listen up dudes! Class act, Alexyss K. Tylor, host of “Vagina Power” on YouTube, does a pretty good job of telling you just exactly how, when and where you need to go with a bar of soap if you want to get some. Ah, it’s times like these when I bow my head in reverence to the majesty that is YouTube. [WOW]
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I don’t get lady times once a month. In fact, I don’t get it ever. Due to babymaker problems that you’d prefer not to think about (trust me), I’ve been on a constant stream of birth control for six months so as to avoid more surgery. In short, my reproductive system doesn’t function. The factory has been shut down.
But because a few icky lady parts problems and surgeries just aren’t enough to deal with, I’ve also reacted badly to six different forms of hormones, becoming a bloated, mean, or moody mess after a few weeks on each. So last week, once the inexplicable crying had set in, my chest had inflated to monstrous proportions, and I felt the urge to kick small children, my doctor decided it was time to try my seventh variety of hormone. But rather than switching directly from the patch to the new pill, she told me to take a week off, complete a cycle and then get back to being The Amazing Period-Less Girl. Keep reading »
It was about a year ago that I realized it was time to just make a commitment.
If I had a checklist for where I was in my life, it would have looked pretty good: late 30s, living in Manhattan, freelance writer, founder of an improv school, volunteering for an organization dedicated to creating a better future, plenty of good friends – all dimensions accounted for.
Well almost. It was everything but “a man.”
I was one of those “date a few times and then be inseparable for two years” people. When I moved to NYC in 2001, “Sex and the City” was at its peak. That show and its promise of the perfect city life for a young single woman was a factor in me moving from LA. I know, it’s sad. But it just shows how deep and powerful the desire to find — and how much fun it is to look for — that one guy really is. Keep reading »