Even the most rational men harbor irrational fantasies about what women do when they’re alone. We can blame porn for making them think we fondle each other’s boobs at slumber parties and high school urban legends for giving them the cockamamie idea that we’d let a dog eat JIF out of our vagina. Come on, now. Seriously? Guys, once and for all, we’d like to confirm that we have never and will never share our sex toys with each other, so you can just let that sweet lil’ image go. Here are some more things that we don’t do when you’re not there. We promise… Keep reading »
According to a piece published in Springer’s journal Current Sexual Health Reports, clinical psychologist Dr. Ley would like to remind us all that there’s no strong scientific research that proves “porn addiction” actually exists and that slapping a label on the healthy practice of wanking to visuals is counterintuitive to helping patients who struggle with doing it too often. In fact, Ley believes that the positive benefits of looking at porn far outweigh the negative. He sites that, when used in a healthy way, porn improves attitudes about sexuality, increases pleasure in long-term relationships and provides a legal outlet for illegal sexual behaviors or desires. Keep reading »
The penis, the lips, the eyes, the ass, and the rippling torsos are just a few male body parts that we’re supposed to be attracted to. And we are. Wildly. But there are other lesser known, lesser worshipped body parts that deserve just as much fanfare. For example: his dumplings and pectoral flipper. Yes, we swear we’re talking about human men. Below are 10 very sexy, very underrated guy parts that you should get familiar with, if you aren’t already, along with their new names that we’d like to officially submit into the popular lexicon. Keep reading »
Let’s set the scene: I’m 23, drinking chai in a charming coffee shop. Sitting across from me is a gloriously burly guy in a leather jacket (and, as I know from his Fetlife photos, also in possession of two equally glorious full sleeves of serpent tattoos).
Then the conversation veers from what we do for a living to something more intense. He takes my hand, gently stroking the back of it, and indicates the deeply unsexy red burn line on my wrist.
“And is this from doing one of your… scenes?” he whispers in a voice full of anticipation.
“Nah,” I say. “I burned myself making muffins this morning.”
The devastation on his face is so remarkable that I wish I had taken a picture. It was like I’d farted right before he was about to come, AND kicked his puppy in the face.
Next, he asked me if I’d like to have sex with him in his car, which was currently parked on a busy street during the height of tourist season. I ended the date right then and there and sulked my way through the rest of my tea, alone, wondering how something that seemed so promising could go so wrong in the span of 15 minutes. Was it unreasonable to assume that I didn’t need to be constantly projecting submissive vibes during a first date? And certainly other kinksters made muffins, right? Keep reading »