One of the hazards of apartment living are thin walls and floors that share your every “Oh, baby!” and bed creak with your neighbors. It’s part of life. You get used to it. All of us have sex (I hope) and no one’s sex should be ruined by whiny neighbors.
The polite thing to do when neighbors are having noisy sex is just ignore those amorous rumbles and smile awkwardly at each other in the hallways, pretending you don’t know they just got banged last night. Only in the most extreme of circumstances — I’m talking you’ve got the flu and a newborn baby — can you bang on the walls. Two or three good thumps should do.
But it’s a violation of alllll kinds of rules of decorum and not-being-an-asshole-hood to post a sign on your neighbor’s front door bitching about their noisy sex. And adding a dis about their stamina?! Oh no, you didn’t! Allow me to introduce you to the lady from Apartment 517 and her crappy sign-writing neighbor. Keep reading »
The internet is the land of over-sharing, and it appears that the interweb gods have now gifted us with one of the most useful over-shares of all: a nifty little map of which New York City neighborhoods are having the most sex. New Yorkers tend to be a little too obsessed with analyzing themselves, but this is one subject I’ll let that slide for. Keep reading »
“Blue Is The Warmest Color,” a French film starring Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos, about teenaged lesbians, won this year’s Palme d’Or at Cannes. But what do actual lesbians think about the sex as depicted onscreen? In this NSFW video (just wear headphones), real lesbians give a “meh” review. “Kind of like an infomercial for a kitchen product,” said one woman. “There were moments that wanted you to barf up your Bolognese,” said another. And: “In lesbian sex there’s a whole lot more crying.” My own BFF saw “Blue Is The Warmest Color” last week and said it was pretty hot but that the “scissoring” was “obviously the idea of some straight guy.” Got it. No scissoring. I will probably stick with the French graphic novel by Julie Maroh, Blue Is A Hot Color, upon which it is based. [YouTube]
Ah, the “Walk of Shame” – every college girl’s nightmare. While I prefer to call it the “Stride of Pride” there are definitely inevitable questions I will encounter on my journey. Will there be a hoard of immature frat guys clapping as you exit? Will you accidentally leave something at the scene of the crime? Will you seriously have to walk miles to your home? Perhaps. This is where your expectations might not meet with reality. Find out how it usually goes down on College Candy…
Nostalgia for the ’90s is at an all-time high. Fashion designers and pop stars are constantly throwing back to this ridiculous decade, while it seems that every other post on our Facebook feed is of the “10 Reasons The 90′s Rocked” variety. Everyone’s wearing overalls and Doc Martens again. Boy bands are enjoying another resurgence. Thick brows are in. But somehow, these trends never seem to make it to the bedroom. We’re here to change that. Put on your favorite pair of full-coverage, faux velvet panties from Victoria’s Secret and whip out Madonna’s Sex book, because you’re about to experience a wave of ’90s nostalgia where it really matters: your sex life. From dirty Furby talk to S&M with slap bracelets, we’ve got some naughty ideas for how to revive your favorite decade… Keep reading »
I’ve never actually heard a guy complain about a quickie, but women on the other hand — well, they can go either way. It’s nice to one-and-done so you can go about your business and not take up a whole morning or evening screwing around. Read five tips for getting the most out of them on The Stir…
It’s that time of year again! Every year, The Literary Review announces its short list of nominees for what’s been dubbed “Britain’s Most Dreaded Literary Prize,” the Bad Sex Award. This special literary achievement is reserved for the crudest, most cringeworthy, most awkwardly written sex scenes in modern literature. Erotica is excluded, because that would be too easy. Obviously, the woman who writes all that dinosaur porn would have won. But since her description of triceratops peen is not in the running, we’ll have to consider phrases like “Often my flesh went so dry we would squeak like a rubber shoe-sole on linoleum tile” and “He dunked his amorous biscuit in her teacup of love.” Um, YES. Lucky for us, The Literary Review tweeted some teasers, which I’ve shared after the jump. I personally recommend doing a dramatic reading of them with your coworkers. That’s what’s happening over here at Frisky HQ. [Washington Post] Keep reading »
The holiday season is approaching, which means towering feasts of carbohydrates, presents wrapped tied up with shiny ribbons and movie nights in front of the fireplace are near!
What could possibly make you feel better than that? Sex toys. And lots of ‘em.
Every day through the month of December, The Frisky will reveal one amazing sex toy to help you have anything but Silent Nights this winter. Think of it as a sexy countdown to Christmas Day … otherwise known as the 25 Days of SEX-MAS.
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