Warning: What you are about to see is equal parts hilarious and uncomfortable. YouTubers The Fine Bros have corralled a bunch of elders and forced them to watch the trailer for “Fifty Shades of Grey,” which left some squeamish and others completely intrigued. My favorite commentator is the lady who refers to the movie subject as “the s-word” (because apparently saying ‘sex’ is filthy?) and the dude who says he’ll go see the movie because “when I saw that her mouth was taped, that was enough for me.” Just prepare yourselves to watch folks your grandparents’ ages talking about getting it on, and enjoy.
Your TiVo queue just got unbelievably hotter: a BDSM erotica trilogy by Anne Rice, under the pen name A.N. Roquelaur, is headed to TV. The popular books, The Claiming Of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty’s Punishment and Beauty’s Release, will be adapted into a TV series for the channel Televisa USA. Your mom bought these compulsively readable books back in the ’80s when Rice first penned them, but they are still on the fiction shelves in bookstores today, especially after the renewed interest in BDSM due to the popularity of Fifty Shades Of Grey. But unlike the writing in Fifty Shades, which was terrible, the Sleeping Beauty books are gripping and the spanking scenes — oh, so many spanking scenes — are hotter. Should be fun for TV. Rice is executive producing the show alongside Rachel Winter, who was nominated for an Oscar for “Dallas Buyers Club.” Yay ladies! [The Hollywood Reporter]
There are many reasons why men don’t necessarily know what women really like in bed. The most important: a lack of access to real information. Movies oversimplify sex by not really showing what happens in the sack, pornography is just, well, pornography, and “Talk Sex With Sue Johanson” is off the air. Aside from that, us ladies are pretty confused as well. Some of us are unaware of what our bodies really like and others don’t want to speak up out of fear that our partner’s feelings will get hurt. So where do men have to turn to get some real info? Well, not too many places. For that reason, The Frisky has compiled this list of essential tips for men to help them be better lovers. This is just a beginners’ guide, so stay tuned for more! Keep reading »
Remember when a bunch of gay men started drawing vaginas as they see them and it kind of blew people’s minds? Philadelphia writer and artist Alex Millard remembers too, and she was struck by the fact that the project exists on the notion that lots of people have no idea what vaginas really look like, whereas phallic images are all over the place. As she puts it, “Almost every person on the planet has encountered the penis in its real or figurative form, consensually or non-consensually, once or multiple times. Penises and their various manifestations dominate our architecture, slang, and organizational structures.” So, she launched a brilliant project of her own — Women Draw Penises. Keep reading »
As a professional dominatrix, and an all-around kinky lady, I love anal play. Your bum can play a delightful role in all sorts of fun, from a casual roll in the hay to the darkest, kinkiest scene ever. Sadly, homophobia and traditional sexual values mean that relatively few straight men consider asking to receive anal. They, and their women sex partners, are steeped in a culture that considers butt play “gay” – i.e., something to be avoided.
That’s a crying shame for men and women alike. For the penis-bearers among us, the backside is the gateway to the prostate and the base of the cock, where lots of wonderful, sensitive nerves are clustered; anal stimulation can result in a more powerful orgasm, and some lucky guys can learn to cum from butt play alone. It’s also an opportunity for men to enjoy the receptivity and vulnerability of being penetrated, which is a fulfilling part of sexuality that is largely off-limits to men in mainstream sexual culture. Keep reading »
I was 25 when I kissed someone for the first time.
I’d met him at a local book club, and we hit it off almost instantly. Our first date started at eight p.m. and ended shortly after one a.m. Though we’d planned a second official date for the following Tuesday, we ended up hanging out every evening for the next few days. I was smitten, he was smitten, and it wasn’t long before we were A Thing.
Two months later, I moved to Chicago and we broke up. But before all that happened, before this relationship went down in the flaming ball of pain that plagues so many long distance relationships, we had several wonderful evenings together. We watched movies, went out to eat, walked through parks, and, yes, fooled around on his small loveseat in his apartment.
In the technical sense, I never actually “lost” my virginity (at least not with him). But I no longer felt like a virgin because I was now sexually experienced. And this was a problem for the culture I came from, because I had committed the greatest of all sins: I had engaged in premarital fooling around with someone. Keep reading »